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
De Todoen·ig·mat·ic ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Because why not? Cover photo not mine
