A/N--This was kind of hard to write. Okay, that was an under-exaggeration. This was the hardest I've written so far. By a long shot!
Atala's POV
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Teaching, training with eyes that are raining.
Fighting, falling, I have to hear them calling.
Crying, bawling, the sites are so appalling.
Arguing, complaining, but there is still only one remaining.
Grotesque and paining, with blood their hearts are staining.
I teach them how to fight,
I teach them how to survive,
And try though I might,
only one comes back alive.
I want them all to win,
I can't believe this game,
and the mess that I am in.
None will ever be the same.
I work so hard, that they might live.
I tell them where to go,
because my training is all I can give,
but they will never know.
The pain it puts me through to see,
the horror in their hearts.
The tears I've shed, the lives that will never be,
once each years' game starts.
Bending, breaking, for the lives my superiors are taking.
Trying, striving, but never truly arriving.
Dipping, diving, my passion is still thriving.
Quivering, quaking, my heart is truly aching.
Mending, making, but the horror is just waking.
If I were able to save these kids,
I swear to you I would.
But that is something the Capitol forbids:
even if you can, you never should.
I want their lives to be fulfilled,
I want to see them grow.
So I make sure each is skilled,
and fit to face a foe.
But as I've said, only one comes back,
only one can win the Games.
Only one won't end in black,
so I never learn their names.
I learn what they are good at,
and keep that with me later.
When they are off in brutal combat,
I know I've made them just a little greater.
Falling, slipping, their lives the Capitol is ripping.
Striving, trying, but I can't keep them from dying.
Still they're crying, on my training they're relying.
Bodies tipping, from their chests, hearts are stripping.
Turning, flipping--but their lives, I am equipping.
A/N---Let me know what you think! Especially for this one, because it was HARD!