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?