On a rainy day, 

I was the ice-cream that everyone ignored. 

On a frosty day,

I was the t-shirt that sat folded.

On a crispy summer morning, 

I was the rain coat long forgotten. 

On a peaceful walk,

I was the puddle that everyone avoided. 

On a starry night,

I was the sunglasses tossed aside.

On a bright sunny morning, 

I was the melted candle on the desk.

On a bustling day,

I was the silent melody from the radio. 

On a joyous vacation, 

I was the home that was left unattended. 

So, when people found me as a rose,

I became the thorns that pricked their hands.