Whatever you think, I’m different,
Whatever you say, I already know,
And when you think you’ve figured me out,
That’s when the real me decides to show.
You like the light, but what if I’m dark?
You’ll go for the hero, what about the antonym?
And when it’s not warm, but cold,
Would you still join me for a swim?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem