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
This poem is about:
Me