Opposites

I tell you everything is good
when deep down it is bad.
You feel whats right,
I get to feel whats left.
You keep your moral up,
while I push my feelings down.
My words are like the summers heat,
but they are so brutal, you say they are like winters cold.
I use soft words to describe,
the feelings that are hard.
That are inside at this very moment,
begging to be let out in the next instance.
You want to keep peace,
while I want to rage war.
When you and I add together,
its like all these bitter feelings subtract
from my apparently un-beating heart
and I have never felt so alive.