I used to be stuck in a closet
I peeked out of the doors to what seemed like a happy world.
I stepped out, taking baby steps.
I tripped a lot, but the world picked me up and told me to move on.
It was bright, but it had its areas of evil and cruelty.
I finally decided to stand up for myself, and now I'm happy, surrounded by great people and the occasional rainbow anything.
What am I?
YOU ARE READING
Homo Enigmatics
Casualeen·ig·mat·ic ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Because why not? Cover photo not mine
