Moving

Moving. 

One house to another.

Lose one friend

Gain some other

Moving again

Loose track of old friends

Should I make more?

It depends

Constantly losing and loosing and losing

Re-introducing yourself over and over and over again

At one point it stopped being amusing

What is the point when in the end i always leave

What is the point when in the end i always grieve

So I stopped opening up 

I stopped talking about myself

stopped being abrupt

I shrunk in the corner 

Because I was always a foreigner 

hid in the bathroom

Never talked in the classroom

No one knew me 

For some reason that made me feel free

Like something was finally in my control

Even though I was slowly losing my soul

It's hard to stop the endless cycle of isolation

But after careful consideration

I think I can say now

That I’ve had a transformation

I’ve stopped that cycle 

My personality is still in revival

I have much more to improve

But at least now I’m not scared to move.