wrong city.

i'm talking, but is anyone listening?

i'm shouting, yelling, screaming, but no one is listening to me.

and i've finally built up the courage and i think i'm ready now

for educating.

i've been having flashbacks and forwards.

and damn. 

these parents aren't okay.

these kids are real.

and there's nothing sick about love.

this city needs a home.

i'm losing hope.

this scenario is so old.

you make love sick. 

and what does it take for people to understand the dynamics 

of 'there's no place like home'..

and i'll walk around this entire city until my voice is heard.

i will paint on every wall....words that drip with a desire to be heard until they are understood.

and i've spent enough time sitting, watching, and dissecting...to know that i know.

and something's terribly wrong here.

some things are terribly wrong...here in this city.

we aren't collaborating.

and people don't care about people.

boxes.

shelves.

dirt.

hate.

bruises.

scars.

pain.

and yeah, it's damn cold outside.

and gosh.

it's hard to put words 

to a situation that is just so 

terribly wrong..