The Apple is Just Like Me
Looking on the outside,the shiny red color
that glows in the sunlight,
and portray endless possibilities
Just a second after I discovered something,
on the inside
the perfectness diminishes in the sunlight.
The inside is the completely different,
dark brown, and soft.
What was suppose to show perfection
is no longer there.
The inside is the completely different.
How can this perfect red apple be so perfect
on the outside,
and then on the inside it is no longer there.
Why should we judge other by their outside,
when their inside could be telling
a different story.
A story that people hide behind
that no one can
know the truth.
So before you a bite of the perfect, shiny apple
you should look on the
inside first!
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