Another Metaphor Involving an Iceberg

August 15, 2016

My life exists on the tip of the iceberg.
People only see what lies on the surface.
Smiles. Laughter. Happiness.
I do have those things.
I AM happy.
I carry a smile on my face, leave my problems private, so it's not to burden others with the negativity I've created in my own mind.
At times, I can't help but to burst at the seams and allow what's beneath to pour out of my heart.
I try so hard to please everyone, to make sure they're taken care of.
I exhaust myself in the process and even end up hurting the ones I care for.
Why must humans experience such strong emotions?

Why does it feel so wrong to reveal the bottom side of the iceberg?


 

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