When white light strikes a prism

When white light strikes a prism it's true form has been revealed, a spectrum of light presents itself. I see myself as that white light but I am hidden and forbidden to strike that prism to show the true me. I am that spectrum of light a beautiful colorful rainbow disguised as white light. I am ashamed and blamed of who I might come to be if I accept the fact of who I must be. I hide behind the curtain because people keep treating me unequal and keep looking at me as a delinquent. I need to stand loud and proud in front of all these crowds and except my sexuality it's not a mentality but it's who I am in reality. I might be gay and always stay this way but at least I can say its been a good day now that I can step in front of the curtain because I know I am certain of who I am. I'm no longer that white light afraid to strike the prism, I am now that rainbow of light who stands bright all through the night because I know I am right where I'm supposed to be. 

Comments

_Freestyle_xD

This poem is about hiding behind the curtain. I use to hide behind the curtain because I was ashamed of who I was and this poem tells you a little bit about it but I eventually excepting the fact of who I was and I learn to love myself and no longer hide behind the curtain.  

Kasey_Coulstring13

Awe this is a really inspiring poem!!!!! 

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