You made me feel like an apple
An apple in a sea of apples
Yet I was picked

You made me believe I was a special apple
You kept me till I ripened

But every once in awhile I got dropped on the same spot
Again and again
Over and over
I was dropped
Deepening the bruise

One day I was ripe and my outside was perfect
But as soon as you cut me open you saw the bruise
Suddenly your perfect apple wasn’t so perfect anymore

You decided I was damaged and couldn’t be saved
When all that was needed was careful cutting
Precision with a blade
To rid me of the bruise.


I’m still the same apple
The same apple that appeared perfect
But was bruised on the inside

I’ve been bruised this whole time inside
But you didn't know
The only difference is that you know

You threw me away
Abandoned
Left to the mercy of a trash can
Unwanted
And Unloved

You make me feel like damaged goods.

A bruised apple.