I felt purple. Somehow

Both blue and red.

I became someone new

But only on the 

Outside. On the inside

I was purely myself.

Fitting in was important.

More important than being

Myself. Me. Shawn Morgan. 

I wasn’t her anymore,

I was “Her Best Friend”.

No one knew Shawn.

She didn’t exist anymore,

At least, not to them.

I saw purple elsewhere.

Other people looked purple.

They felt like me.

Invisible and irrelevant.

They became small details

In something “more important”.

Who we were didn’t matter.

We were purple.

Purely blue on the inside,

But red on the outside.

I felt far from real.

Who had I become?

How could I let this happen?

Why me?

I had so many questions.

I was unhappy.

Not being Shawn hurt me.

I loved who I was.

I hated who I had become.

Purple is my favorite color.

Why?

Because when I see purple,

It reminds me of her.

The old Shawn.

And it reminds me

Of how I overcame it all.

I stood my ground

Though it took some time.

I changed, I became stronger.

I embraced both sides

Red and Blue.

I’m proud to be purple.

It’s who I am.

I am myself.

I am Shawn Morgan.

I am Purple.