I like writing, but have very little time for it. Stories will come in spurts!

I stand in the doorway,

Peering in.

Deciding what to take

And what to leave.

What to save

And what to let crumble.

Around me is my childhood

And all I want is to forget.

I walk around,

Picking up memories,

Or at least what's left of them.

The shards, the fragments.

One person caused this.

One person took all that I loved,

My family, my memories,

And stomped on them

Over

And over

And over again,

Until all I had left

Was spilt tears

And more pieces than I can count.

Bitchology

Being a bitch means...

I stand up for myself and my beliefs.

I stand up for those I love.

I speak my mind, think my own thoughts.

I won't compromise what's in my heart.

I live life MY way.

I won't allow anyone to step on me.

I refuse to tolerate injustice.

It means I have courage and

strength to allow myself to be me.

So try to stomp on me, douse my inner flame,

Squash every ounce of beauty I hold within,

You won't suceed.

And if that makes me a bitch, so be it.

I embrace the title and am proud to be a bitch!