Ocean Metaphor poem

I am like the ocean.
The tranquil waves cannot move violently when I am at peace,
But when aggravated, I can be a violent,
vicious storm affecting others around me
And even then if I stop lashing out,
I will still be rough and difficult to swim over

Though the community surrounding me is lively and able to prosper,
but even that community can be dangerous sometimes
The blue waters go on over the horizon, never ending
And if I were to be in the middle of nothingness other than water, will make me powerless
Go down deep into the abyss, and the atmosphere will get darker, and darker,
until the pressure crushes you

Whenever there is is something that opens up, I will fill it in
Deep down holds many treasures beyond imagination
if you go deep enough to find it
Though these waters never tend to stop moving
Getting bored of moving back and forth on the same shore,
it will eventually depart

Though I usually carelessly drift away, sometimes letting trash to drift with me as I go
Requiring another person to cleanse the waters I cannot clean myself
The waters can be cold at times, but just play around in it, and I will become warmer,
perhaps making you feel cold again for your departure
I shine bright with a passion of what I like on the surface
Even if it is weird on the inside