Growing up gay.
At 10,
I thought I was big, And tall.
At 11, I had a crush on my best friend.
I told her, and then felt small.
At 12, I Came out. To all.
By 12 and a half,
I lost most of my friends.
I moved, and had many loose ends.
People told me it was just part of growing up.
Never, had I felt more shut up.
At 13, I was somewhere new,
I made new friends, had a new crew.
I was scared at first, and a bit blue,
But i found my way, because my friends were true.
At 14, my life was pink and green.
I was gay and proud,
Life wasn't what I dreamed.
I dated this girl,
But it fell apart,
I was prideful, and not very smart.
Even so, I learned better,
I lifted myself, and grew clever.
My life grew orange and yellow and redder.
I grew up with the world around me,
And made better choices,
Better people surround me.
My life took a turn,
And I was happier.
And it was all because,
Of a little doubt,
Which faded when I came out.