This one wants me to be quaint,
Stay quiet, eyes on the floor,
Make them believe you're a saint,
Must create a good repore.
This one is more deviant,
With a sharp tongue and quick wit,
Behaving like a tyrant,
Ignorant of when to quit.
This one is still just a child,
So innocent and naive,
Wants to run naked and wild,
She knows not how to deceive.
Many voices in here tread,
Wanting to control my head.
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