We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone find us really out.
‘Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.
But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.
One of my favorite poems (yes, another Robert Frost one) came to mind in my English class when my teacher read a poem called The Imaginary Iceberg by Elizabeth Bishop. This poem is about how we, like icebergs, often mask who we truly are. More often than not, the facades that we hide behind lack so much of what is actually going on beneath the surface. I think it’s really interesting to think about how we all do this, sometimes unknowingly, and that everyone around us does the same.