TheMoonpie-ite

My Mother's doll I am my Mother's doll She does my hair And picks my clothes for me I am my Mother's doll Chained and unable to speak What I do and think restricted Glass eyes with hollow emotions A pretty face but never smiles A puppet of her will Dressed in rich clothes Silk, jewels, perfume, velvet This is not what I need Freedom is what I seek I am my Mother's doll Dancing to her rhythm Singing to her beat I am my mother's doll Chained and unable to speak What I do and think restricted Glass eyes with hollow emotions A pretty face but never smiles A puppet of her will Dressed in rich clothes Silk, jewels, perfume,

Mockingjay I hear the screams of the rebels and the peacekeepers just a block away. I conceal my bow and arrows further inside the cloak. I try to keep the idea of Gale right now dead or more like being tortured. The tears are in danger of coming again; I try to forget to what is happening to Gale right now and only thought of killing President Snow. I'm near the mansion its over heighted walls loom over me, a fence circles the mansion. Before I could step further near the fence an explosion blew me off my feet my body hitting the ground, hard. I see stars and the world turning upside down. I try to get up but ended up falling again I lost c