I am...who am I really?

At times during the day I'm quiet and shy, but five hours later I change completely.

Secrets and secrets is all I have, deep down hidden where they can't be found.

Seems like nobody knows the real me, but then I look and turn to family.

We may not always get along, but they are always there even when I'm wrong.

No words can really describe me

I am who I am and thats MARIE


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