Rotten To The Core Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Wishing upon yesterday,
to transport me to tomorrow,
to see the land of the lost,
every sound echos,
with the sound of laughter,
and crystal clear lakes,
full of cleansing nectar,
the very blood line of humanity,
making it's way flawlessly,
through the green grass foliage,
and the booming apple trees,
nudged by the thought of you,
to walk away and give up,
like it seems you always do,
forgetting the beauty and kindness,
that was once delivered to you,
you always fulfill the prophecy,
and live up to the stereotype,
that prevents you from knowing who you are,
and causing others to achieve a false sense,
of your true self,
because your ROTTEN TO THE CORE.