People ask me why People tell, “Go ahead and try” And yet For years I have tried I have cried And yet What is wrong with being alone? If I see no need to be with someone What is wrong with opting to be free? When I am enjoying myself as company Is happiness found when you are with someone? Can you not be happy when you have no one? Will I die if I grow an old maiden? Besides, I can’t just pick some guy and be married all of a sudden. Often times I wonder Of how I it feels like to be loved Often times, I dream Of how I can show my affection to someone And yet Nothing happens No one comes Perhaps, it’s a punishment for dreaming so long For wondering too much Sometimes, I fear I have exhausted my imagination Sometimes I feel I should stop And yet I don’t Why? I tried. And yet I’m still here Alone.