*Hey guys! Sorry I haven't re-posted anything from both stories I was on a vacayy!
But anyway, now I'm back and this is Thresh's poem.
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Thresh
I may look like a menace,
But believe me I am not.
I hate to kill anything,
Even if it were a fly.
When people say, I'm killer
I cringe and sigh inside.
If only they knew the real me
The peace brother I try to be.
I guess you can say it was luck,
Of why I got so far.
Or maybe it was because I was feared
By the Careers and the others too.
I never had a technique, I only hid from those.
I watched and ate through the grains, the field in which in I was screened.
I never wanted to meant to kill the few,
I menacingly had.
I only wanted to survive, yet maybe I was a little crazy.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so cruel, to the poor ones who fell to my hand.
And maybe I should've been more protective of the little tribute I shared.
I thought I was a brother, one who guarded others.
Yet now I soon realized, I wasn't what I thought.
Gentle giant, ha! That no longer is me.
Once I stepped upon that Arena, I knew I was changed for good.
Yet through it all, I tried to be
Of someone I was back home.
And when I found the fate of the little one, my mind set ablaze.
How dare they hurt that little girl, who never would injure a fly.
From that day on, I tried to avenge her
My little friend of mine, my sister, an ally I never truly became.
When death fell upon me, I knew I deserved that fate.
I knew it was punishment for the wrongs I'd done.
In all actuality, I feel safer and more at peace.
I watch over the little one up here in the clouds,
I know this is what I do, to avenge myself on Earth
As the gentle giant I never was.