And we volounteer every morning, when we drag us out of the bed and we force us to face another day. 
We are volounteer because we force us to face an arena full of people who wants destroy us all around us.
We keep listen prophecies who chose our fate and we don't rebel because a rebellion would cost too much blood.  
We run along the paths of an huge  Maze, pursued by  Grievers, hoping to find a non existing exit. And, depsite all, we still believe that WICKED is good. 
We try to don't let other people expectation down and to behave as our Faction ask in a wordl where two trait togheter seems they can't be. 
We know we aren't free and we hope to catch a flying socks who set us free. 
We hope to win a Selection and to find our twin soul.
But above all, we hope to be able to defeat evil around us, other people's judgment, to show them we are more than just a piece in their Games.
 While our mind fall prey to our madness we hope to gain one last trembling gasp of sanity to ask someone: please, kill me.
We want that people accept Dark Marks on our skin becouse, as much as wrong they may be, they are part of us.
We keep fight while we beg for mercy because giving up isn't in our blood.
And we don't want to turn this pain in hate, just show them that as long as we wake up today they can't take our youth away.
Every morning we swear that if we burn,  they burn with us. 
 Pheraphs it's for this that in the evening we are all Boys-Who-Lived because  despite the odds were never in our favour, we'll take it. Always.