I am the reflection of what someone feels about me,
If they carry me in their fantasy,
I’ll uncover the angel of their dreams.
With the petals, they throw at me
I become the rose they grew in their yard beside the trees.
I am thorn to some who see the disaster within me,
As I’m the reflection of what you perceive.
Mythical to some, genuine to the others,
Beautifully I become a chameleon.