Glimmer Poem.

The things I'd do for perfection.

I'm awful.

Sick.

Slutty.

But I promise you I wasn't always like this.

I wasn't always treated like a princess.

There was a time when even my parents thought I was garbage.

…

I started out pure and innocent.

I used to think the world was inviting.

But as I aged I realized I was wrong.

People here had their noses stuck up so high they hit the clouds.

And I tried to be kind.

I tried to be pleasant.

I tried to be good-hearted.

…

But it's harder than you think to escape the mold- the District One mold.

Oh yes, it shapes you into someone you promised to never be.

And once you're in the mold, you're stuck.

There's no getting out.

…

So I held my chin up, not my nose for the beginning of my life.

People would laugh at me.

They would take advantage of me because I was innocent.

And little Glimmer wouldn't dare fight back.

At least that's what they thought.

…

I was punched at school.

I was taunted as well.

I think that hurt the most.

The physical pain goes away, while mental pain never really leaves.

My "friends" told me I was a loser.

Ugly.

Fat.

Disgusting.

Ignorant.

Stupid.

I would die alone.

I should kill myself.

And the thing about it is that I started to believe them.

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My parents began to treat me different.

Even they teased me.

They didn't think I'd do anything with my life.

After all, I was a pushover.

…

I began to realize that I couldn't live like this.

I would drown if I stayed sweet.

My esteem had already been swept away

So it didn't take much for me to change myself.

I didn't see anything terrible in it.

I know it's wrong now, but I still have no regret.

…

The day after, when I walked into school the jeers continued.

But I stopped.

I looked my enemies in the eyes

and laughed.

I told them they were all idiots.

And listed out every flaw I saw in each of the bullies.

…

I eventually became the girl that wouldn't drown here.

I did terrible things.

I stole my best friend's boyfriend.

While I cheated on my own.

I backstabbed everyone who trusted me.

Just to show them that I was on top.

And the slightest bit of me wanted revenge.

After all, they were the ones who pushed me into the mold.

…

Years after my change, I volunteered for the Hunger Games.

I could win, of course.

Everyone at home thought so.

I knew so.

There was no stopping me.

…

And for the first days of the Games, I played like I lived my life-

Ruthless.

Controlling.

Deceiving.

And all the while I had no doubts in my victory.

…

Ever heard of 'Killer Confidence.'

That's what I had.

I got cocky.

So when the tracker jackers came, I thought I could outrun them.

Or that at least someone would save me.

After all, I was the most popular tribute, right?

I guess my confidence was my killer.

And now it dawns on me that if I had merely resisted the insults thrown at me as a child, I wouldn't have ended like this.

But either way I would never had been mourned.

Hi! I hope you enjoyed my poem! Some of you may know this, but I love creating poems about almost anything, so now I'm going to write one for each tribute. Who should I do next? I would love to hear from you in a review!:)