On the Subway

Busymorning and evening rush hour
Wearing my school uniform with nothing to do
Inside this crowded subway, everyone
Starts their day and ends it

Inside this crowded subway, I start my day and end it.

Every time I take a stride out of this subway, my chest feels heavy – full of regrets.

Why didn't I approach her?

That's always the question that would fill up my brain every night. The next morning my mum would ask, what happened to your eyes?

I couldn't say that I stayed up all night thinking about her.

Thinking about someone, a girl even, that didn't even know me. Someone who stupidly holds my heart without her knowing.

Then I would ride the subway again, wearing my scho