Why bother search when all you need's inside? 
How many places? Still they all were wrong, 
And hopes—'cause false—brought not 'ny joy along: 
How hard it gets to then frustration hide! 
Not only but lose strong beliefs beside, 
And blame perhaps ourselves for being young; 
Yet knowing how we may not end unsung: 
Sedates our souls, consoles what's been denied! 
Yes, everyone deserves this once at least: 
To learn to hate how we've been made to feel, 
And ken, alas, we're better off alone; 
Until you love you never do exist, 
Yet mind you not to others try appeal: 
The greatest love indeed is but one's own!                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Terrific poem Danny so true if you cant love yourself you may not be able to love at all. I love that line Sedates our souls, consoles what's been denied. Well done beautifully written