The words catch in my throat, a fragile thing, Pink, purple, blue. the truth I long to sing. But family eyes, they doubt and disbelieve, A fleeting phase, they stubbornly conceive. My friend, they say, he’s planted this in me, wild and carelessly Sown in my heart, a trend I'm quick to follow, Ignoring truth, the story I should swallow. But this isn't a game, a costume I can shed, This is my life, the feelings in my head. A spectrum's hues, not black and simply white, Attraction's pull, both dark and shining light.