With my fruit as bruised as it is would you still pick me?
Save me… savor me?
Take care of my damaged seed , replant and nurture me? 
Stand as a scarecrow to ward all that would throw their curse at me?
Let my garden blossom into something thats worth seeing? 
Am I worth the effort ? 
Does anyone see him? 
The man i want to be… 
The garden i can become? 
Am i anyone’s “the one”?