When you walk by me you see many things <br /> <br />You see my tear ridden eyes, and the deep circles beneath them <br />You see my horrible hair, and wrinkled clothes <br /> <br />And then you silently give me pity <br /> <br />I do not want it <br />It is not important <br />It helps me none <br />I did not even ask for it <br /> <br />So next time you see that pitiful creature that might be me <br />Don't give her pity <br />give her an ear that's willing to listen<br /><br />Candace Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-pity/