Hi, I'm Cam. I'm from Ontario, Canada. Go whatever we cheer for. I think we watch tennis here or something, I don't know.
I'm a dietary aid at a retirement home which is really just a fancy way of saying I serve food and wash dishes for old people. I like it though, they're sweet.
Growing up I was raised. Well first I was born and then raised. The being born part was pretty quick, it was the being raised part that took a little longer.
I've been handsome since I was about 19 and I'm 22 now so I've been handsome for about 3 years. I've heard that it takes 5 years for handsomeness to make you cocky and arrogant, so I have a little less than 2 years of modesty left in me. But it's not like you go from full modesty and then once 5 years hits you're all of a sudden not modest at all. It's a process. But I think my level of handsomeness is stronger than most so it takes less time for my modesty to dwindle. See, there's the handsomeness talking.
Why should people root for me? Well people shouldn't do anything they don't want to, god gave us freewill. I will say that I would like them too. I can't really think of a compelling reason why it would benefit people to root for me, But I do know that my fragile ego would just like the validation and acceptance. But at the end of the day I'm a cool guy, so fuck and suck my dick.
Today there was a clown spotted dancing on a table due to the belief that he had nothing else to bring to it/
The passerbys chuckled and snorted and tonight he'll sing to it/
Attention to fill the void is his theme music/
Empty acclaim, yeah sure he knew it, but that doesn't mean he won't keep doin' it/
Psuedo intellectual who thinks he's special/
Writes a self depricating meta poem like his intentions are undetectable/
Thinks now that he's called himself out it's all of a sudden respectable/
He thinks fast yet lives slow, how ironic/
He has no dream to acheive, he just wants to be iconic/
Anything less would be astronomic/
So badly wants it, never tries, so sad he don't got it/
Some days he wakes up and tries to find piece from within/
Each time unbenounced to him he quickly realizes this is a battle he won't win/
His will power is paper thin/
Looks at people and sees nothing but skin as if right here in front of him is the only place they've ever been/
He's back and forth with the self hate and self love, like he's playing ping pong with his ego/
He knows these new found credos, the meaty burritos, the eyes of the people, they're all just placebos/
Some day he'll accept it all, maybe miday during the growth of fall it'll come to him at the best and worst time, he'll enscroll on the bathroom stall wall/
When I write I'm kinda like who I want to be and who I really am/
I Glorify this guy named Cam/
Facts stretched to fit the concept/
But sometimes that doesn't fit my honest rep/
Charismatic introvert/
Labelled a jerk/
Got all these funny quirks/
I make it work/
So blessed but still a mess/
Looking for a distraction from my lack of/
Even if I just had some flashback love/
If you don't get it then you won't so don't fret it/
Watch the trees, focus on the leaves, how they move in the breeze/
When they talk about the small things it's these/
Locked lids and clenched fists/
If you need a pick me up think of life like this/
You're the painter and the painting/
Or the writer and the writing, it's the same thing/
Turning life into art can be lame but/
Sometimes the heart needs a little make up/
A mask to hide behind to give you time until you find your shine/
Even if you don't find the end of the tunnel, it was fun still/
I wanna thank all gods I don't believe in for this opportunity/
I know you get a lot of scrutiny/
Plus I always make such a fuss and such/
But you rad savours did me bad favours/
Gave me an inch and now I want a mile/
I must have this and I must have that/
I want all that good shit in fact/
All the birds, no stones/
No work, only the perks of being grown/
Good deeds with selfish motives/
No one notices/
Simple life, sinful pleasures, that's where my focus is/
Eat mostly cuz I like the taste/
When you're this full finishing the whole plate is still such a waste/
Blizzards with Rolos and Oreos you know how the story goes/
But I suppose it's about time I stopped to smell this rose/
