High school started with familiar faces

which didn’t feel quite right though

They were apathetic now

Some even looked at me with distasteful eyes

At lunchtime, while all the classmates were going out for lunch having fun

I was in my strange, quiet and lonely classroom eating from my lunchbox 

with no one to talk to, no friends to share company with.

After school, I would go home abruptly

I had missed my secret peaceful haven so much

I would huddle in the corner listening to my favourite pop music

The songs sang the broken feelings in my heart

The singers knew the sadness, the pain; 

my sadness, my pain

I would then feel much less bad. 

After two decades, those songs carry with them my high school memories

and are my best companion ever.