Iceberg.
The tip of the iceberg.
The tip is what I allow myself to show others.
Strangers, acquaintances, class mates,
friends family lovers.
All my worries
are the ice under the waters.
The jagged ever-growing ice
that branches out under the surface
Into fears, anxieties, and stressors.
I make sure not to let the boats get to close to the ice above
For fear that they might crash into the ice reaching up from the depths.
And they sink into the cold
Due to my lack of caution.
Icebergs.
They hide more beneath the surface.