Hey there all you Johanna lovers! I am an award-winning poet so I'm just going to go ahead and, well write a poem, about Johanna. Johanna's POV-oh yeah, I do not own the Hunger Games, they belong to Suzannne Collins, I own a copy of the book! It's still not the same.

Deceived

You can't hurt me,

I've had enough,

My life is painful,

My life is ruff.

I've had experience,

In their games,

I've killed and won,

But worst is to come.

You can't hurt me,

My life's already cruel,

But as I walk,

All the capital men drool.

I've suffered enough pain,

Enough sadness,

Enough games,

So why this madness?

Why,

Because they're all the same,

They're all monsters,

They call it a game.

I was deceived,

I said I won,

I called myself a victor,

Just for fun.

They called me a winner,

Said I was the best,

Just 'cause I put others

To eternal rest.

I'm a killer, a murderer,

Broken, and sad,

Taken from the life,

I once had.

My tears are like snow,

Cold, and unwanted,

President Snow,

My dreams he has haunted.

Somehow my life has not ended,

Somehow I pull through,

Somehow I call myself strong,

But I'm no stronger than you.

My house in victor's village,

Is a mansion compared to you,

I thought that I had earned it,

But, no, only killing just can't do.

No, you must play by the capital's rules,

You must play their games,

Although my games are said and done,

Life certainly isn't the same.

I'm the girl that deceived you all,

The girl that was harmless, you see,

I'm the girl that surprised you all,

And went on a killing spree.

I tricked you and your silly games,

Snow has made me pay the price,

I found out

Our president's not too nice.

Yes, he is ruthless,

Yes it's true,

But he is the president,

Of me and you.

It all was just a silly hoax,

His motives for these games,

They were all extreme lies,

About why they pull those names.

See how we take your kids,

And kill them, one, two, three,

Take one step out of line,

And we might not go so easy.

They sprinkle us,

With silly lies,

And say that we're all free,

But freedom here is as good as dead,

And, yes, that includes me.

Okay, I was planning on making this a one shot, but I'll make two more poems if I get 5 reviews. MUA, HA, HA,HA,HA,HA! R&R

Please :)