I never stay in one place,

I am constantly traveling,

It’s the only thing I truly know.

I don’t know what it’s like to stay in one place,

I am a foreigner in my own country.

People come and go in my life,

One by one, a friend or family member just walk out,

Never saying a word.

I take off whenever I’m told,

It breaks my heart when my mom tells me we are leaving again,

To a different state, to a new home,

I have no control over where I go or when I leave.

This is who I am. 

This poem is about: 
My family


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