Who Are You?

You say you are afraid The guys you date will find you unattractive But yet you attract them with the shortest skirts you can find And when you go dancing, your skirt sways around like a merry-go-round leaving nothing to the imagination Maybe it's time to grow up Find a man not a boy You say if they found out how old you really were Those guys would not like you Well how do you feel about me Mom? You tell everyone I am your sister Are you ashamed of who I am? Of how I came to be? It happened over thirty years ago, that violent act Of which I was the result I am yours, And I will not go away. Do you not realize the pain you put me through When you introduce me as your sister I feel like screaming, "I AM HER DAUGHTER!". So which is it? Are you my mother? Or are you my sister