Orange or human?

i wish i was an orange, what a dumb thing to say!

yet i repeat the same i wish i was an orange lying under the sun with my fellow oranges

being a human is hard,

why should i care about if someone is there or not?

why do i have to cry when i feel sad?

why do i have to worry about not being dead over my bed

oh but you could be an orange simply lying under the sun getting peeled

and i may argue it would probably hurt less than being stuck

being stuck in your mind , being stuck in your life

well well i guess then you haven't seen me try hard to not be vulnerable

when there is an inner monologue of mine asking if i am even capable?

you seem to think of me as an eccentric asking i would be rather be an orange

but all i see is me being dread honest to me that yess! that i would rather be an orange in this rotten world

your world may be roses and hearts however when i see around all i see is my broken past

so one day if you would find an orange lying under the sun care to give it a little love

coz who knows maybe it's just a simple girl by heart.

so this was simply me making poem out of the most random shit i could find and to make things a little more fun, i would like to mention the fact that i am actually having an orange while writing this,and i spilled some of the orange juice droplets whatever you say over my keyboard , hoping the wellbeing of both my keyboard and whoever lucky person reading this.this is it for this one.

and if you liked this one it wouldn't really hurt you to leave a like and maybe a comment.<3

i will see you at another one! happpy reading!