“You don’t party enough,” they tell me.
And I wonder why a good time is determined by
My presence at the porcelain throne
At exactly 7:32am the next morning,
Ridding my body of all the ‘fun’ I had the night before?
“We need to find you a man,” they tell me.
And I want to understand why my self-worth
Is determined by the interest of a boy,
And why my friends care more than I do
That I haven’t kissed anyone in 14 months.
“Why do you like being alone?” they ask me.
But I don’t understand why I need to fill
The holes in my life that are visible to others,
But miraculously disappear
Whenever I look in the mirror.
“I don’t like being alone,” I said,
Because they will never understand what it means
To be independent.