They say an iceberg doesn't show it's full true form.
It will drift away to waters more warmer then it's home.
But because of a simple and innocent storm,
In this cold water it will roam.
Simply waiting for that drift to take it away,
until then it will be forced to stay.

It's been more ten years by now.
But I still remember it clearly, like it was yesterday.
I am grateful for it, somehow.
Because it makes me stronger in a certain way.
I was different in more than one thing, I see.
Is that why they were mentally abusing me?

It's a double edged knife I hold.
I can gain from it,
but that doesn't grow old.
Behind everything I want to quit.
The downsides are still in presence,
fighting the fact of self-acceptance.

One edge made me stronger.
It made me a kind-hearted man.
And the endurance of my patience is longer.
Able to resist it, is what I can.
I know what it is like to be offended to the bone.
That makes me truly kind and strong as stone.

The other makes me weak.
Insecure about situations I can't comprehend.
Talking me down, saying to myself that I am a freak.
This side brings up pain that even words can't defend.
I hate the thought of bringing over that pain.
I grant in no single way for anyone this hurt to gain.

Compared with me as an insecure child:
I am not that closed anymore.
I am not insecure, far more mild.
Became a person you can adore.
Even though it's part of a small mask that still doesn't die.
Al those things can't be called in any way a lie.

But I am still growing
Somehow growing old to everything in my past.
Is it the global warming
That makes this warmer waters last?
I am far more open then I was a few years ago.
But still this underwater ice of the iceberg doesn't really show.

I jumped far more
Until one day,
when a scientist will notice this strange drifting ice.
And this scientist will take time to examine it in a way.
Maybe then one day, I will be more wise.
Talking about that single drift-breaking storm.
Until then they will still say an iceberg doesn't show it's full true form.

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