I look at the picture on my computer screen
A mixture of people, each with their own personal hell, filled with their own demons. Each of them, putting a smile on their face, ready to fight the next battle the world has for them; knowing they'll never have to truly fight alone. Everyone of them, different than every other person on Earth.
All of them will fall, but will be pulled back to their feet by the others. Some of them will have battle scars that will be known by others- maybe judged by the ignorant people who know nothing about the warriors fighting- but never judged for their scars by the ones closed to them.
All of them, feeling things so deeply it seems like they'll never see the sunlight again. But one day they will, and the people by their side will be the ones to be with them every step of the way. They'll hold each other and stand by their sides through thick and thin.
Writers, actors, musicians, artists, mathematicians, scientists, every one of them having their own strengths and weaknesses. Tall, short, beautiful, handsome; all of them, different sizes and faces, always loving each other no matter the looks. Goth, emo, grunge, normal; full of different styles, never believing of stereotypes. Indifferent about sexual orientations; always open to anyone on the outside who needs support.
To outsiders, they're known mostly as "losers", "faggots", and "freaks". And while in some small way those may be true, to the ones within they're known differently; inspirations, fangirls, weirdos of a good kind, kind, amazing, fun.
A tight-knight group, that's what they are. Eleven friends, fighting for and with each other. The ones who are proud to be known as "The Outcasts".
These people are my friends and my family.