One with his light tread
And profession like me
And the other, with one amputated
And profession which I could most of all
Prefer to say a kindness
A choice I couldn't make
As either one seems bad enough--
Though I think
That there is an amber of a thought
Hidden in the depths of my mind
That says I can--
But as I said,
Either one is bad enough
To perform.
Why can't there be love
Like Tessa, Will and Jem--
Well, maybe because our chemistry
Doesn't work together
Like that.
Oh wait,
Have I lost my senses?
It's the Capitol,
Yes, always the Capitol,
Who has to decide,
Though I don't think
I must be irked at this--
My difficult one
Is made by them--
But then
They are taking my rights away
And what if...
One day...
Maybe...
No, just don't
Don't think about that...
And, the Capitol can only take your rights away
If you let them...