Guilt

Turning into a rose I thought that
I would give fragrance to you, but failed to notice that I have thorns in me
Becoming a bee I thought that
I would get honey to you, but forgot that I have a sting in me
Shaping into the eyelids of you I thought that
I would safeguard your eyes, but became an aid to you to roll your tears down
Transforming into a neem tree I thought that
I would give shade to you, but could only bear bitter fruits for you
Finally transpiring into a friend of you I thought that
I would share my love and affection, but learned that I can only hurt you

I am inherently bad...