I knew this would come.
Now what do I do?
I'm living with three new people,
The thought is daunting.
They don't know about me,
I'm a mess.
When I start to make friends,
I move.
Not schools,
But busses.
Three friends are now gone.
The tears fill my eyes as I think about this.
I'm starting over again.
So many moves.
So many.
When will it stop?
I just want to be grounded,
To be a normal kid.
But, no.
That will never happen.
I'll never be normal,
And I'll never stay.
My friends will stay,
But I shall leave.
My tears following me,
My heart aching.
It all hurts,
But the pain is familiar.
I should be used I this by now.
Time to start over again.
