**Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own HG, that's Suzanne Collins's job. That lucky, talented lady...**
Hah.
Everyone knows I fooled them.
I may have poison coursing through my veins, but I showed them. No one would've guessed that I would've made it to the Final 4.
All the week before I saw the betting sheets, no one figured me even making the top 16.
Even the Gamemakers, only giving me a 6. All because of them I had no sponsors, but I showed them all that I could manage without them.
I'm glad I didn't get any gifts. I don't want anything more from the people that forced me and all the other tributes here.
If they wanna play their game, I'll play. But only by my own rules.
The whole nation of Panem knows they are being played; they're just pawns in the Capitol's eyes.
The Districts do their bidding while the Capitol enjoys. Bread and circuses is an understatement for this form of control.
In fact, the whole nation of Panem could easily switch the roles. But they're too scared. Someone will rally them though. Soon.
I want to scream out all these last thoughts, but I want the whole nation to see me die. I want them to show how the Capitol is wrong. If I say my rebellious last words, they will take away my dying wish as well as everything I ever had.
The Capitol cost me everything. I hope someone will show them what it's like to slave away, never have anything to eat, and feel as if you have no purpose.
I want them to burn down.
An image of the Capitol in ruins is the last thing I see.
And it leaves a smile on my face.