Broken Apple

Your ruby gleam under the harsh light,

Beautiful in every way,

Pristine, clean, perfectly rounded,

Why would anyone ever like me?

I’m stuck at the back of the shelf,

My brethren all in front of me,

Shielding me from the spotlight,

Always waiting for my time to shine,

Yet it never comes,

Always a sub in the game,

My skin has flaws,

Holes in me,

Showing everyone how scarred I am,

It can’t be concealed,

But maybe,

Those things make up me,

I can’t be fixed,

Because maybe I’m not broken.