On a train ride home
I listen to sad songs that remind me of you
As I look at my camera roll full of you
Bryson tiller and Drake speak the pain
That the wall I’ve built prevents me from saying
“Why” you ask?
Because big boys don’t cry
I cover my tearful face
Even though the only other person in the car
Is so far away from me
It’s like they’re on the other side of the world
“Why” you ask?
Because big boys are supposed to suck it up
I begin to feel more and more fragile
Like a man of glass trying to benchpress
The only other person in the car finally leaves
At last, I am alone
With more than 5 minutes until the next stop
The man of glass drops the weights
Breaking down into a million pieces
I let my tears fly without wiping my face
The wall within begins to fall apart
And the release of sadness brings happiness
But when the train reaches its next stop
I don’t wipe my face
Nor do I rebuild the wall
Instead, I leave the streaks
“Why” you ask?
Because you’ll never grow up
If you’re always a big boy