Mold

I bit into a berry
And discovered hidden mold.
Its outside looked unblemished
As it did when it was sold.

I spit it out and wondered
How it fooled me with its coat.
Appearances deceive; the chance
Of mold seemed quite remote.

I guess that’s true with people, too.
Despite how they appear,
Beneath the surface they might be
Both mean and insincere.

It doesn’t take too long to find
What’s lurking out of sight;
And oftentimes, the truth comes out
With just a single bite.