tossed aside

you think me an unbloomed flower, that can only prick your skin but, but why can you see the beauty held withing? you think me rain on a sunny day, that all i do is make you cold, when all i do is wash away, the hatred this world holds. i try to make you happy, but you still think me a mess so then i become angry, while you are still depressed. yes you once held me tight, but now im tossed aside