Soria

I've gobbled all the peels.
I discard the fruit.
I'm the only one left here and i'm a sour patch kid.
Something about here is making me hate me. something
About here is making me hate me. something i can't put
My finger on. something i can't put my fist through.
It's not like this is what i'm trying to do. it's not
Something to prove or nothing better to do. no reason
To stay is a good reason to go.