I don't want to live life, if this is, what it is...
I thought there would be more soda than this fizz.
I hoped for more in the plum than this bruise
I simply hoped for more of me, to be used.
I feel like the apple, that fell far from the tree
The girl that went shopping, without the spree...
So spoiled I feel, for simply wanting more.
But every fruit is worth more than its core.
I deserve to be admired and admonished.
Shouldn't I be the prize to be polished?
I am so self-centered, it's true.
But aren't I the fruit, that emulates you?