I really have no idea where this came from, but here's a OneShot for you to Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Pretending to own the Hunger Games is overrated.
It' her sixteenth birthday
My gorgeous daughter
With her steel grey eyes
And her long black hair.
Who looks nothing like my husband
Who I assured was in fact his child
When he asks, unsure of the truth
I tell him she is
I didn't know I was lying
Not for sure
But I realized it was a lie eventually
When she was born and looked only like me, not Peeta
When she was four, and looked just like Posy did when I went into the Games
When she was eight, and I took her into the woods to teach her how to hunt
And realized that she was a genius with snares
Realized that she was a born rebel
Realized how incredibly beautiful and tall she is
Just like her father.
I didn't mean for it to happen
I went to 2 to get closure
But I still wanted to hurt him
Wanted to make sure he knew how I felt
But our fires mixed too easily
And in a burning passionate moment
We just did it.
I went home the next day
Went home and never told my husband
What really happened in District 2
Even when I found out I was carrying her
I assured him that she was his
But I can't do it anymore
It's become too obvious
Too obvious that she's her father's daughter
So on this day
Her sixteenth birthday
He asks me again
She is my daughter
Real or not real?
And I finally tell the truth
Despite knowing he will hate me
Not Real.