I need to be made into a weapon I am stubborn and quiet and afraid I want you to gently pull me by my collar and put me where you want me I want to be taken and molded I need to be shown how to turn my gaze towards the correct target I need to be taught to use my power I need direction I need a handler I need someone who sees my divinity and gets excited thinking of all the ways they can force it out of me make me hold a gun your fingers hovering over mine as I shake with wide eyes whisper your lesson into me I want it! I want it!