Apple

I am an apple

My tough exterior protects me
From hungry baby teeth
Who drop me in frustration
Bruised, my skin is smooth
In places and bumpy in others
Scars that riddle my face
Give me character, wisdom
I sit awkwardly on my frumpy
Less developed side because
I have still much to learn
Not perfect or beautiful
In any particular way but
Mostly content with
My light pink coloring that
Fades into a pale yellow
Though I often envy those
Whose deep red candy lips
Entice all passersby to taste them
My simple pattern is dotted with
White speckles of youthfulness
My fragrance is very sweet
But my surface is tasteless
It is impossible to know me
From just what you see

But on the inside

My flesh is pure white
Untouched by grubby hands
Though exposed to the open air
I’d soon turn a musty brown
Juicy blood trickling down
Or odious tears, beautifully sad
Shriveling up to hide myself
Green veins slither through to
My heart, a star, unique and whole
My secrets locked away within my soul
Sour tasting but sweet smelling
They accuse me of great deceit
But my aftertaste they’d like
If only they’d eat, initially simple
But truly complex am I