Pain-Filled Room
I cannot move
In this chair
While the wind blows
Back my snarly hair
The Games have turned
Me into something I'm not
I will always be me
At least that's what I thought
So now I sit
In this room
This terrible
Pain-filled room
Dread drips from the walls
Staining my face
A tear rolls down from my eye
With a slow and steady pace
I am reminded of memories
As I look into his eyes
I see all the pain
I see all the lies
I know I must decide
Without a cry
I know my options
Whether to live or die