humans are like fruits
they start off small and get larger
while they are young they are not ready to be removed from their trees such as us from our homes, we have a protection of innocence and youth that shields us from the world, it covers the truth and evil inner thoughts developing, as we grow these things surface such as the bruises of the fruit, these are the damaged fruits that no one desires, the ones that get tossed aside without a thought, people only want the perfect fruits, the perfect people, but us, the ones with bruises dont get chosen, we rot away with the damaged fruit and get engulfed in the stage of life called death