A/n: Um. So this poem is a bit obscure in places, but that's okay...right?
And also, the quotation mark bits are from the book "Reaper Man" by
Terry Pratchett and I don't claim to have created them, and all that silly
copyright crap...

Memoirs of a French Maid

"I've never been very sure about what is right" Said Bill Door

i used to remember the good old days
but those days don't seem good
just so very old
i was broken and crying
every night
pretending i was fine
every day

"I am not even sure there is such a thing as right."

i want to look back on these days
as the good old days
and remember how
beautiful they were
i want to remember me as a stupid
bitch with no clue
i want to remember the nights
i stayed up crying...
masochism and
starvation
i want to remember that i didn't
hide myself
behind someone else

"Or wrong."

i want to remember every stupid thing
i did
and remember that all that idiocy
brought me to the best place in the world
i want to remember long nights
with my girlfriend (she lost her panties
in the auditorium)
i want to remember lying on the floor
with fish and goats
husbands and wives
i want to remember johnny-filled
nights,
mary-kate and ashley
i want to remember holding my cat,
hearing her purr,
she may have been backwards
but i was still the
luckiest girl in the world

"There's just places to stand."

i don't want to hide anymore
and i don't want to pretend
and i don't want things to be perfect
i just want a little tiny place to
stand.