This place is full of those whom we have determined to be sub-human, a life form below us. It's many names do not truthfully describes what lies beyond it's seemingly plain brick walls. Screams echo through the hallways, which are adorned by those who have no names. They sit against the cold painted cinder block and rock, back and forth, back and forth in the soothing motion which overtakes everyone at some point in their life. The motion is a wish, a simple wish, a wish for love, for happiness, for life.It's a motion that connects us.  We tell ourselves that we are being merciful, letting live those whom should have been killed.
But it gets harder to convince ourselves with each and every passing day, hour, minute. The disguises that we use for our own benefit are wearing so thin that they are nearly transparent. We are afraid of who we are, what we are capable, behind this ruse of "protector". Witch each of these sub human individuals that enter this place, you begin to wonder, you begin to QUESTION.
What if these people, are not sub human, are not stupid, are not anything less than we are. What if they are just different? Different in some aspects, but the same at the core? It's getting harder to convince yourself otherwise now. Some of them look different, Some of them talk different, some of them think different, but each and every one of them so closely resembles your own reflection, that it makes your very soul quiver at the thought of the atrocities committed upon these humans. thats what they are, they are human. They are not below human, if anything they are above.
Those that think different, at least. They have all sorts of names for them, each meant to demean and break them. But out of all the methods there are to break them, to tear them down, none of them seems to work. These people seem to love you, care for you, and want you to do the same to them, no matter what is done to them. They don't blame you, don't hold resentment towards you. The others say that this is "disabling" that this makes them "Retarded", But you have to wonder... Is it so bad to have people in the world. out in the world, that are so happy, perpetually so?
No, it certainly isn't bad. it can not be so. These people were sent here to spread love, to spread understanding, and what do we do? we lock them up in an "institution" or a "home". No matter what you like to call it, no matter how good you make it sound, it doesn't change what it is. The same applies to these amazing people, no matter how bad you make them sound, they simply are not.
So, you know, instead of continuing here, instead of holding them down, yelling at them for being stupid when you refuse to teach them, Go out into the world, and teach. Spread as much understanding about them as you can, and help each person that you can. Maybe, with your help, we can set the path for them to spread the love they so desparately want to.