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