I punish myself for having thoughts of negativity
That minus signage imprinted deep in my psyche
As moods that rule my days and nights take hold of me
I can't say it's a feeling that I like
The positive is there, but only marginally
It hides away until the time is right
And usually the moon has powerful influences
That drive my mood, and secure my daily plight
Wherever I'm positioned, it has a hold on me
Determines how I wake and how I feel
Some people say that I must just get over it
But the height it has attained is too damn real
How does something so distant have such impact?
Where do I find that positivity?
When my mind feels like it's broken, maybe cracked
I'm sure that it will be the death of me
This negativity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem