Cameyah

They fight for love But spread jealousy They want freedom By trapping you in a cage They want to be respected But they have no compassion They want to become a part of you But they don't know who you are They want to walk with you But they lead you in the wrong direction They want to share your meal But they put poison inside of it They want to learn from you By giving you advice They bring you down To bring themselves up They jump on you Of fear Of justice Hope Love And Truth They wish they knew how you can feel so free and at the same time so loving They hate you because they can't be who you are

I don't know why I have not written anything for a very long time. And I don't know why I suddenly decided to start. I guess because my job is so demanding that I have to take a brake and look outside the window and see how the silent city is turning into a vibrant, explosive and noisy animal. My view is so peaceful. Sky scrapes swimming in the blue light, a weird guy building a pigeon house and party people roaming the streets. I used to get upset when I would see people gathering together on the weekends and going out to the bars. I wasn't jealous, I just wanted to stop them and tell them how spoiled they are. They were so lucky, but they had no clue about it. I couldn't understand why they wanted to spend so much money when so many people were dreaming about a real shower. But I see them now and I want yo join them. I want to join them, because I want to run away from my reality. My reality has a clean shower. Not always warm, but certainly clean and regular. My real