Oh the woes of a Packing Teenager.

I'm packing,
Books, and teddies, and clothes,
My trinkets go into the boxes,
Alongside my notebooks.
I'm leaving. to god knows where...
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.