A Career poem

Hello little tributes, are you ready to play my game?

The prize is ultimate fortune and fame.

You won't last long

So at the sound of the gong

Run right along

Oh dear tributes, do you think I'm mean?

It's not my fault; I was trained to be a killing machine.

My mask is on and I'm ready to play

Do you have any last words, something to say?

Well hurry up, I don't have all day

Tell me fellow tributes, do I seem cold?

Maybe I am, you know, I've always been told

That every victory comes with a little pain

Is that what you feel at the reaping when they call your name?

It's really a shame

You know young tributes I'm starting to see

What these games have made of me

As I sit and think of all the deaths I did create

But I can't go back, it's too late

Guess I'll have a lot of explaining to do at heaven's gate…

AN: So this is my first poem (I don't really like it, I'll probably delete it, unless some reviewers tell me they like it and want me to keep it up) It's about a Career at the beginning of the games(verses 1 and 2) and at the end of the games when they win (verses 3 and 4) and how their view point changes. Hope I did ok! Any way thanks for reading