##A Sister Act##
Prologue
Look at me.
Just look at me.
Do you really think I wanted to be like this?
Do you really think it was my choice to become this
This...
Whore!
I would not be this slutty runt in torn lingerie
If I had any other choice...
You still believe I wanted this?
You still believe it was my choice to be like this?
Well, you're wrong
You're wrong
Dammitt
Life made me like this
I never asked for it
Which is probably why
I got it.
But maybe
Just maybe
I let life make me this way
Maybe I just
Got tired of fighting.
Maybe I did
Have this coming
All along
But just look at
Me
Really
Look
At
Me.
Take a guess
Just take a wild guess.
What do you think?
If I had any other choice,
Would I choose to be the prone figure
I see reflected
In the harsh sheen of light
That blinds me as I lie
Trapped
Beneath a limp statue
With a concrete face
As guilty as my own
Cold as stone
Painted with
Harsh guilty
Guilty
Blood?
If I could be somewhere
Anywhere
Else
Would I choose to be here
Staring
Into
The
Barrel
Of
My
Sister's
Gun