Storm

Pity.

Pity is a strange thing

I seek it

Yet I despise it

I love the feeling when someone says

"Oh, you poor little thing"

And engulf me in their warm embrace

I feel

Safe

Comforted

Someone cares

I am appreciated

I will be remembered

Yet in those books I read

In those books where I picture myself as the heroine

When someone gives them a look of pity

They scowl

"I don't need your pity"

They are angry that someone pities them

I try to feel the same way

But I long to feel someone's arms around me

Hear the reassuring words they whisper in my ear

Why can't I be like them?

Why do I want pity so much?

Why is being loved by someone bad?

Are they just strong

Or am I just

Weak?