SOUR FRUIT

Hanging out

In a good mood

Suddenly I feel

Like sour fruit,

With no pain

To bring this change

I guess it's just something

In my brain,

A cloud

Of despair

Makes me feel

Rotten as a pear,

I peel the layers

Of my brain

It's brown and mushy

No longer green

The grapes in my brain

Have been crushed by shame

But the taste of my whine

Is sour and plain

The sour fruit

Has dropped from my tree

Taste like lemons

Used in unsweet tea,

Though my fruit still grows

Sour on my tree

I'll always use

It won't rot my mentality