I can’t hide it any longer
my weakness
my need for praise
if it wouldn’t lose it’s worth
I would gladly buy it
to increases my self-worth
this pettiness
I do loath
but never can I part
with what dear I hold
praise is worth more
than money or toys
if only given freely
to me with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem