I created an imaginary man
This man always asks, "Are you happy?"
I didn't intentionally created him;
Whenever I'm alone I would like to invent scenarios
Without any creative ideas,
I always end up with that conversation
Though I didn't realize sooner
Only recently when I was trying to make stories for a fictional character
Ending up with that conversation— again
Such poor taste of conversation, I said
Taken aback, realizing that it was a repetitive scenario
A scenario of me and an unknown man
Which actually has a voice inside my head
A voice of no one I can remember
He, the imaginary man, doesn't have a face
Neither a name nor an actual person I have put an idea of
He is unknown, hence my own character in a fictional world
He doesn't have his own story
He just appears when I talk to myself
He appears asking, "are you happy?"
Maybe those words are the one
That I haven't been asked in forever
The one that I've always wanted to hear
The one that people don't really ask me
Who is always there for me
Even if I am actually alone