Runaway

Once upon a time there was a young woman sitting on her hammock, she stared at the sunset as it gleemed purple pink and orange. This young womans name is Kayla. As she sat on her hammock gazing upon that beautiful sunset she wondered why she felt so alone... she continued to think, what ever she did, no one cared, no one asked her questions no one wanted to get to know her, to the world she was just a slave, a cleaning maid, a nanny , mechanic, just some gardener etc.. Shes a wonam who doesnt know her worth, talanted in many ways but she doesnt get paid. Mistreated, hated, bullied && many other things, she was kind at heart.
Now the sun has faded away, she heads inside to go to sleep. With no bed of her own she grabbs a hoodie and climbs to the roof. No one looks for her, no one calls to check on her, nothing. She sits on that roof wondering.. just wondering when someone will care for her the way she cares for everyone else. She wants to give someone the world but not just that, she