A few poems

Pity

Pity, dear pity,
What are you truly?
Maybe the look that I hate.
Maybe the worst feeling that someone has towards you.
I can't take it anymore,
I'm better off ignored.
I'm better off alone,
without anyone's pity.
I sometimes rather die than to
have your pity.
But it is selfish,
Killing for something that isn't worth.
So I'll just pretend.
Pretend that pity doesn't exist.
It's going to be hard but I'll do it.