Negativity is my prosperity,
Fear and pain are my joy.
Obviously I never was,
A normal little boy.
Pain becomes my pleasure,
With everything to gain.
It seems that within the light,
The thought of darknes is obtained.
Yet I seem to be an optomist,
And since you most likely wonder why,
Prosperity never prospers,
So negativity surely dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem