Amen?

You love me.
But sometimes you don't show it. You fight.
They love me.
But I don't like how they show it. They fight.
He loves me.
Everyday, he shows it. Look, he's showing it.
With love, not war. So, I see it. Feel it. Try it?
But I am smaller. Younger. Weaker?
I can't tell you, though maybe I should.
Maybe I am the one to say.
But then, it's too late.
You see it yourself, you think I don't know.
I should have told you.
Now I'm in the darkness of my own light.
I leak. Frustration. Contravention.
And I cannot articulate, for I don't understand.
But I do. Yet, I don't.
And then I feel pain.
And then I feel guilt.
And then I feel pity.
And then I feel numb.
So I dance on the rainbow of reality.
For once, she is my peace.
Inside is the storm, outside is the calm.

He is both. Amen?