Round Tears

i was on the train a few days ago on my way from school. it was actually a great day. the sun was shining and for once not in my eyes, i actually managed to grab a seat and i did not have to sit next to anyone at all (because with my luck i always get the guy who smells like cigarettes and beer, or the girl who talks way too loudly on her cell phone), i had just downloaded some new songs that i had wanted for a while onto my i pod which was actually working for once. it was just a great day. and than i saw her. just a few feet in front of me. a very round women, with round eyes, and a round face. and what was rolling down her very large and round face? very large and round tears. she was crying. blatantly in front of a full car of people, crying. standing there with her face facing the doors as tears streamed down her ever so puffy red face. i could not help but pity her. i did not know her and yet i wanted to comfort her. i myself have never displayed any emotion besides happiness in front of people, and that can be very difficult if you are very depressed. so what could have made her cry this much in front of so many people? in my opinion she was not very attractive physically. as i have said before she was very round and very large. her jeans looked like they were clinging to her buttocks for dear life as she stood there waiting for the train to let her go. her jacket was only halfway zipped as if she did not have the strength to zip it up the rest of the way. she was fiddling with the zipper as she was crying. why? it comforted her? but why was she crying? maybe she was alone, i know the feeling. the feeling of loneliness. the feeling that no one truly loves you...that you're not good enough to love someone back. maybe she felt lonely?...maybe she had no money. i too know that feeling. that feeling of inadequacy when your friends want to go to your home and you are too embarrassed of the impoverish state its in. to not be able to afford to go to the movies because that would mean not eating for a good two to three days...yeah..maybe shes broke...or maybe her life just does not seem so worth it? maybe she has decided that she will never have someone to hold her, she will always be in depth, she'll never be able to bring her loved ones that have moved on back, and that she will always be rejected in the media. for one split second as i thought she was crying, i felt close to her. i felt like i understood why she was shedding those salty tears. i felt like i knew her pain and what she was going through and if i could just talk to her i could make her share her pain....so she wouldn't feel so alone....so she wouldn't feel so broke....and so she wouldn't feel so inadequate....but i didn't. i watched her walk get off the train slowly, as if it was her way of saying, "please someone help me"..."anyone please tell me im not alone...". but no one got up...and no one said a word....no one even looked at her. they took the spot she left behind her as she walked off the train..maybe her last walk off the train?..maybe her last walk...her last tears...her last cries for help.