We all take a bite
off the apple,
we're all solid,
yet so fragile.
Finding a true meaning,
smiling,
but still bleeding.
A pure heart,
but with a dark mind.
Filled
with good intentions,
but leaving
bad impressions.
Outcast
in reality,
someone in a fantasy.
Solitude poisoning
the soul,
turning something
beautiful
into a dark chunk of coal.
Disappointing
the world–
never being the first,
not even second,
lastly but third.
A bird who never
left the nest,
thinking
that he could fly;
knowing
his wings
are two featherless mess.

Rooted,
stuck almost,
to nothing but shame.
Although
knowing himself,
he doesn't recognizes
his own name.
You can say
a
fallen angel
who was caught up
in an
unforgiving betrayal.