I'm so sick of being dragged around. People using me for their own fun.
That's not how my world works.
People don't belong in games.
Sorry, that the hunger games never existed,
but I didn't volunteer.
So you can stop with the pity party,
You can move on with your life.
I don't need to take the reins and show your your flight.
It's simple,
don't you see.
I'm not the person you want me to be.
I'm denying everything you tell me.
I'm pushing the thoughts away.
I don't need to be what you want.
Or what they want.
None of it even begins to matter.
I only live once.
So I'll only try once.
I will end my trials, when there is nothing else to care about .
I'm going to grow up,
No chiche moments,
no reason to cry.
But on the inside,
I look like a webbed mirror.
My figure an assorted color of glass.
So sharp it cuts deeper, each shard to put myself back together again.
At least in the nursery rhymes they put him back together again.
Could you touch the shattered pieces of my soul?
Can you put me back together, and help me up.
I've fallen, I've fallen.
I can't get off the ground.
My body broken, my head worth not a single token.
Do you know what it's like to be so small, to be alive?
To be able to smile without tears?
No, you don't know what it's like to come home to a battle ground.
The earth, shaking, crumbling, and man its so damn dark.
You can't know.
Because your not me.
You are a single person with problems.
With a life.
With a different world.
I am not like you.
I can only be like..... me.
