I have an apple

It is very sweet

But not good enough to eat

It smells really good

It looks like real food

But deep inside it it's rotten

Just like the very existence of vanity

The core is frail

How come we sometimes take it in?

An apple whose beauty beguiles us

Whose scent enthralls us

Look again. and pick the right one.

Authors notes: I know its weird. it was supposed to be an inscription to my self proclaimed epitaph . all is has to say is don't be fooled by beauty its what inside counts(