Coming out Poem

I wrote this poem right after coming out as bi to my best friend. I haven't sent it to her yet, but I will when I get the chance. This is the first poem I have written that was not required for school. I call it "COLORS."

Colors

I walk along this path
Unknown to others,
Newly discovered by me.
And see the colors.
They mingle with each other,
But not with those unlike them.
Blue with blue,
Red with red,
Green with green,
Pink
With pink.
They are happy this way,
Undisturbed
By the constant bickering
Of the others who look in their direction,
Pointing, laughing, making jokes.
Blue is happy with blue.
Red is happy with red.
Green is happy with green.
Pink
Is happy with pink.

If this path
Were to be found,
The colors would fade,
Not showing their true selves,
For fear of being ridiculed,
For fear of being laughed at.
So blue joins pink,
Green with red.
Constant pain of this mask,
Trying to please all,
Not being what
They were meant to be.

But slowly, the colors separate.
Blue joins blue,
Red joins red,
Green joins green,
Pink
Joins pink.
The others point, laugh,
But the colors don’t mind.
They never apologize
For who they are.
They never apologize
For being what the others hate,
For what makes themselves happy.


It's not a Walt Whitman, but thank you for reading it anyways. All comments are welcome.