You've turned bitter.
And sour.
You've turned to become the skin
Of a young mango fruit.
You thought you're getting older.
Supposedly getting
Sweeter and softer with goodness.
But no. You're stuck as that
Young mango fruit's skin.
All bitter and sour.
You exude fragrant smell
To fool whoever near you.
Just to disappoint them
When they see a hole on you
Punctured by treacherous worm.
Funny to know worms nowadays
Like it bitter and sour.
Or perhaps they just prefer the liking of you.
You're one of a kind
As you turned the law of logic
Upside down.
Instead of getting older as time passed by,
You're stuck as that
Young mango fruit's
Skin.
