Found

The mind is like an iceberg, mostly hid. Only part of it breaks the still ocean I try to drown it all like I once did, And all the secrets show my devotion. Hidden within the exquisite surface Thoughts turn and twist inside the barrier Completely equal in each ones purpose Having the ocean be their carrier Winter snow weighs down the exterior Plummeting the iceberg to the bleak base Only increasing the interior The thoughts start overflowing the face The splitting ocean reveals the dark ground Everything is out in the open, found.