On bottled up bologna

It's calm as she's true! Her face  , such a sailors delight 
Yet pried within , where the sun does not shine down upon ....she boils with rage ...deeper and deeper it goes ...
It's silent 
It's bent 
It's shameful to the ears 
Sad sad my heart 
Like a storm it ravaged and it shook . Beautiful disaster displayed acts of angels and the dark 

Yet that's stuffed down , like our guilt , like our pride , maybe fear ? Let's try truth ? 
They all mingle and play together, get caught and plea to the other 

It's these things I want to talk about , yet they are just to deep to put forth casually. Just to hidden to casually find .