Me And My Poetry!

My teacher assigned this poetry portfolio where we had to write a bunch of poems. I was all "yeah poetry writing...awesome!" Because I'm okay at it, I think. One of the topics was "Character Poem" where we had to write a poem from a character's point of view. It's a freestyle poem, which doesn't have to rhyme, but to make it flow, I matched the last lines (kind of) and the syllables of the stanzas.

I chose the red-headed avox girl--I can never remember her name. If you know it you can comment with it and be all superior because I don't. (;

It's her...
I know it; it's her--
The girl
The girl from the forest.
From the time before.
I see her expression
and I can see
she knows me, too.

Her gaze...
it's familiar--
I will
never forget it.
Recogition sparks.
"I know you!" she wihspers.
Yes, darling girl, and
I know you too.

The crazy drunk
and the pink-haired menace
They both reprimand
her, of course.
It's obvious to me because
even I can see they're appalled.
But I expected that--
I know her and I know them, too.

The strong blond boy
The other sacrifice
He chimes in to help
her, of course.
It's obvious to me because
only I can see he loves her.
I now appear like a
stranger--that girl won't know me, too.

I am dismissed.
And now I ponder things
of the time before,
when she saw me
and didn't
do
a single
thing.

Her and the boy,
eyes in the undergrowth,
watching him die
and didn't
do
a single
thing.

But I know, I know
it is my blame to take and
it's not
her fault that
I'm voiceless, silent,
my thoughts ever my own;
kept inside--
and I hope she knows it, too.

But the Games, the Games
will begin and I'll watch them
with my
fingers crossed;
I will knock on wood.
The world will be watching;
So will I--
And I hope she knows it, too.

So...it's not my best work, but if you like it, I can post more poems that are better than this! Make sure to tell me--HONESTLY, don't hold back, I won't be offended--what you think!