Moving

All my life i moved from home to home
Wishing i could just call one place my own
each time i would move to a new place
I met a person of a different shape, color, or race
some loud, others quiet
some gangster, others a riot
I'm more of the quiet type with little friends
looking for nothing but revenge
one thing thats always stayed with me
i tried so hard to get it to leave
the pain, hurt, confusion i feel inside
I've tried so hard to hide
Everyone i meet i push away
scared of getting hurt or moving away
don't know what to do
feels i have no one to talk to
scared of getting close to someone
the again having no one