The Lover Games / Peeta’s Camouflage

I Am a bit like Peeta – somehow I ended up N

This Mad game 2 entertain Crazy brains

And everyone else is special as Hell

And here I am and the only thing

I Am good at is just pretending

I’m not actually there like I’m

A fairy’s stare – blending N by

Applying contour everywhere

2 make up new faces & become

A better person who isn’t Me so

That I can at least act like I can C

When really all I do while waiting

B thinking about just how much I

Admire about that Phoenix girl on fire

& igniting my stone oven heart with desire

So no way 2 turn it down until the flame expires

Thus I just sit and stare out the window at what

Isn’t really there, like a fairy’s glare or cartoon

Pear I’m growing like Kesha told Me, and so

Even though I’m completely aware how at

Any moment a spirit bear could appear &

Tear Ne part from part, limb from limb

Dispersed like a fart N the wind or sin

After confession, so here’s my confession

No care if there ’cause I lost my mind when

She took my heart – she had me N her hands

Long before the Lover Games would ever start