My life as a metaphor

I can be tranquil on the surface, but thriving below.

Does anyone see me for who I am underneath?

My thoughts churn like a washing machine

I’m still   /   loud   /   then stop.

Although I can be wild, I can also be calm.

Unpredictable.

Creating big waves.

I sometimes sink.

I can be strong, but also quiet.

I am an ocean.