Oh the woes of a Packing Teenager.

I'm packing,
Again.
Books, and teddies, and clothes,
Again.
My trinkets go into the boxes,
Alongside my notebooks.
I'm leaving. to god knows where...
Again.
Left to grow accustomed to a new home.
A new phone number,
New people,
New school.
New. Friends.
I honestly don't want them.
No... I'm not angry,
I won't make a fuss...
But it still hurts.
New teachers.
New bus ride.
I'm leaving again.

Taking myself, and putting it in a box.