expectations

all i wanted was an apple, or maybe an orange or grape

but when i got to your leaves i was disappointed

you see, i've been walking around this unfruitful town

only to find no fruit on you either

and maybe it's a lesson, but i'm disappointed

because you're covered in nothing but leaves;

you're a fake

and what i hate most about it all is i expected more

anyone else would expect the same

from a distance you looked really good

but up close, you're nothing but fluff

i can't say i didn't see it coming

i guess optimism is sometimes taken for granted

especially when you're the one laughing

i hope you wither

i hope you starve

i hope the next one loses their appetite sooner

i hope they learn prematurely not to waste their time

i hope you discover how to be real

to really make a difference in the world

instead of deceiving others and yourself

with the illusion that at the end of the day:

you're fruitful

but you aren't