Peace and war

My heart is as innocent as new birth but colder than the arctic mountains Who I am is peace but you have exasperated war.... Why? Why must one that yearns for love the true kind, the real s***, be subdued and exposed to such hate..? From ALL kinds... You, that walks next to me, side by side...smiles bright and utter words of praise as well as encouragement while simultaneously thinking envious deceitful thoughts. Waiting for that one second of weakness to pounce... in attempts to elicit what little remains of an already wounded soul... The motive...? I can't find My behavior...? Enough to produce such hate? Answers you never find...reasoning you never attain... But what you've made What you made is this Peace protected by war... Who I am is raw, innocent somewhat alien in a sense to mankind yet belonging to them... Therefore learning their thoughts adjusting to their ways developing an acute awareness to all dark things while retaining my little jar of all things light in its every sense deep....deep inside somewhere far behind that constant beat... Who I am to you and what you've made me be is War... You just never knew all along I was fighting for Peace.