Double Sided Contradictions

You're the warmth of my blankets
On a cold winter's night
You're the kiss of summer rain
And a ray of gleaming light
You're peppermint tea
And a thick paperback
You're a blazing bonfire
You're the wind at my back
You're the smell of vanilla
And hazelnut coffee
And sound like my singing
When no one is listening
But for all of your good there's a counterpart
A chink in your armor
A weakness of heart
You're nails on a chalkboard
And the stains of wet paint
You're children crying
You leave destruction in your wake
You're calculus problems
And old rotten milk
You're dog bites and bee stings
And the whole world on a tilt
You're broken
And passive
And let people walk
All over opinions
All over your thoughts
It's not that you lie
You just don't tell the truth
It's not that you don't listen
You just chip away youth
You can say you're realistic
But all I see is your doubt
You can say that you don't-
But all you do is pout
You can say you're a good guy
And, hell, maybe you are
But there're two sides to the story of you
A life behind closed doors