It’s not my fault 

I was always the drama queen

Without having mental scenes

I was always the quiet one
Even when I was saying too much

I was always the pretty one
When I pulled my hair into a bun

I was always the chatterbox
As silent as the dawn

I could be the artist one day
And the politician the next

Your problem was
that I had all the boxes checked.

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