Sour Apple

Did you know that we are all apples?

I didn't know.
When you forced me to look into myself,
I found that there was actually something there.
You said that was the core.
I realized that it seldom thump,
and when it did, it felt as if it was being ripped out. Apart.
You said that was jealousy
So, I am a sour apple
Green and Jealous.
The hope that I could mature into a red one,
which most preferred (You preferred.),
seems more delusional than ever.
Still hanging onto the trunk where all the red ones had fallen off from.
I , a Sour Apple,
is turning cripple.
Dying, in my own sourness.
Eager, for maturity.