My room is packed
In boxes stacked so high
My clothes, my bed, and even my teddy bear
I look up at the boxes
High as a mountain top
My closet is empty
The floor is bare
and the walls have shadows
Of what once hung there
The truck is out front
Loaded down with my life
Everything I own,
piled high in boxes, big and small
Are carried from my room,
my sanctuary
Taken outside in the summer sun
Aired out by the blistering wind
My life, torn down
broken apart and shoved into boxes
Leaving behind everything I know
All the things I love
A chance to begin anew
A chance to change
But a change I don't want to make
just one I have to do.
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