Tip Of The Iceberg

Ever felt like someone only saw the surface of who you are, missing the deeper truths that make you whole? This poem speaks to the frustration of being overlooked, of giving so much while someone only takes what’s visible. It’s about longing for someone who truly sees you, beyond the surface and into the depths.

You came in for the Star Wars lore,
Watching me dress up, a rebel to adore.
I danced and I sang, you shouted, "Encore!"
But you never looked deeper, just stayed at the shore.

I saw it all on your face, every time I showed grace,
But you missed the iceberg, the hidden space.
You measured my worth by what I could give,
As if love’s a transaction, the way we all live.

You didn’t see the storms I’ve braved,
The oceans I’ve crossed, the nights I’ve saved.
I know we were never meant to be,
But why, oh why, did you do that to me?

Why did I beg, why did I plead,
When I knew the lines, the script, the greed?
In a play of lies, where truth is rare,
I hoped for more, but you didn’t care.

In a world full of truths and dares,
I’m done with these empty, lustful stares.
I’m holding out for someone who’ll see,
Not just the iceberg’s tip, but the depths of me.

How often do we settle for someone who only sees the surface, never diving deep enough to understand the storm we’ve weathered? Have you ever given your all, only to realize they never cared to look beyond what they wanted? How do you hold on to your truth and keep searching for someone who sees all of you?

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Amazon Worker

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