Immature

She is a fruit
she has been maturing since
a young age
she has grown, a thing of beauty
her eyes sparkle with her smile
yet, there is a hint
of sadness
in her eyes

she is still growing
and
maturing
but still a bit green
even when she thought
she was mature enough
she was definitely
mistaken
She is a fruit
that needs to be ripe
but in the depths of her core
her heart is getting harder
and harder every time
She has mature
in some ways
her body is divine
her soul is very fine
but there is so much in her
mind
She lives in
another world, her own
where everything is rosy
and everyone gets alone
she dreams
yet she still
sleeping in the depths
of her life
She still hanging from the tree
branch
from which she should
be falling any time soon
as a sign that she
has
grown
but she might remain in the
branch
for a little longer
for yet she still
ripening
but who knows when
the fruit will fall
She is a fruit of beauty
her juices flow from her
heart
yet she is easily
hurt
by the world around
she is naive
she feels incomplete
At times she wishes
to die
for there is no reason
to still be alive
but then someone smiles
and the world seems again
bright
She is a fine fruit
that needs care and hope
but she is still
immature
even though she is grown
At times she wishes
to die
for there is no reason
to still be alive
but then again
it is all
in her mind