A wife

I constantly say that I shall not wed until i am wrinkly,

I say this but yet I find myself crying at night silently,

For no man can ever understand me, love me for just being me,

I am someone who’s interesting but yet you’ll get tired of quickly,

I fear if someday when I let someone in my life,

When I am wearing a ring and being called a wife,

The only thing that I’d wear on my neck is a knife.

By Diyanah Azman