Iceberg

The memories of those days 

Makes them feel like yesterday 

The emotions they carry 

Weigh down my every step

But to the outside observer 

I walk tall with no passengers 

But I'm not driving this car 

I have no influence in its direction 

Other than to feel the bumps, the crashes, and every screeching stop along the way

The pain I feel hides beneath the surface 

Of a sea that looks clear to the outside observer 

But it is full of clutter

The surface looks like glass 

But it doesn't show the sharp edges 

That preys upon the naive 

The unexpected observer never notices 

But watches without hindrance 

On the world they made for you 

That you never had a part in its design 

But you were stuck watching 

As they paved your road 

And drove you down it

Laughed while you felt more than you could ever imagine, saw more than you could ever imagine, and heard more than you could ever imagine. 

But they expect you to drive even if you don't have directions, they expect you to be happy even if you don't know how, and they expect you to move on even if you've drown beneath its waves. 

A life they cannot imagine, a life they do not even try to imagine, and a life they tell you is not real. 

But you move on despite the overwhelming odds, you climb out of the hole they buried you in, you run when they tell you that you cannot walk, you breathe when they tell you that it's your final breath, you fight when they tell you you've already lost, and you change your direction even when they have determined your destination.

But to the outside observer 

They see average, normal, and boring...