I’m tired.
I’m tired of all this moving.
I’m tired of all this change.
I’m tired of all the new people.
I’m tired of the constant change of scenery.
I’m tired of constantly moving because of my parents.
Mom is in the Air Force, Dad is the Lieutenant General.
They’re heroes,
But I’m tired of constantly leaving my friends.
They left.
They were forced to go on the battlefield.
Surrounded by all the gunshots, dead bodies, bombs going off.
The sweat dripping down them, the screaming all around them.
The persistent fear in the back of their minds.
Now I’m surrounded by the sweet smell of cookies and cake from my grandma.
They went MIA.
I prayed day and night that they would show up.
Be on the doorstep the next morning.
They never did.
Why?
I’m tired of all this moving.
I’m tired of all this change.
I’m tired of all the new people.
I’m tired of the constant change of scenery.
I’m tired of constantly moving because of my parents.
Mom is in the Air Force, Dad is the Lieutenant General.
They’re heroes,
But I’m tired of constantly leaving my friends.
They left.
They were forced to go on the battlefield.
Surrounded by all the gunshots, dead bodies, bombs going off.
The sweat dripping down them, the screaming all around them.
The persistent fear in the back of their minds.
Now I’m surrounded by the sweet smell of cookies and cake from my grandma.
They went MIA.
I prayed day and night that they would show up.
Be on the doorstep the next morning.
They never did.
Why?