Dear Diary,
Today is the first day I can go get fresh air.
I hope the scary people with stars aren't here.
The Happy Girl,
Dear Diary,
The star people are no longer outside in the street.
But there are lots of soldiers stomping their feet.
The Afraid Girl,
Dear Diary,
I left the neighborhood, soldiers were everywhere.
I just could not help but stop and stare.
The Displeased Girl,
Dear Diary,
I found a journal it is so very small.
I found it in the remains of a old burnt wall.
The Curious Girl,
Dear Diary,
The journal is sad and very depressing.
This girl is sad, lonely, terror is manifesting.
The Sad Girl,
Dear Diary,
Did you know our country hurt women, children?
Just because of their beliefs and religion.
The Pained Girl,
Dear Diary,
Oh my what did we do, a little girl is suffering!
Oh the evil and horror our country can bring!
The Depressed Girl,
Dear Diary,
Pain, she is in pain, in a camp for killing.
The camp is for torture from floor to ceiling.
The Angry Girl,
Dear Diary,
She couldn't escape she is dead...
Why Anne Frank and not me instead...
The Mourning Girl,
Today is the first day I can go get fresh air.
I hope the scary people with stars aren't here.
The Happy Girl,
Dear Diary,
The star people are no longer outside in the street.
But there are lots of soldiers stomping their feet.
The Afraid Girl,
Dear Diary,
I left the neighborhood, soldiers were everywhere.
I just could not help but stop and stare.
The Displeased Girl,
Dear Diary,
I found a journal it is so very small.
I found it in the remains of a old burnt wall.
The Curious Girl,
Dear Diary,
The journal is sad and very depressing.
This girl is sad, lonely, terror is manifesting.
The Sad Girl,
Dear Diary,
Did you know our country hurt women, children?
Just because of their beliefs and religion.
The Pained Girl,
Dear Diary,
Oh my what did we do, a little girl is suffering!
Oh the evil and horror our country can bring!
The Depressed Girl,
Dear Diary,
Pain, she is in pain, in a camp for killing.
The camp is for torture from floor to ceiling.
The Angry Girl,
Dear Diary,
She couldn't escape she is dead...
Why Anne Frank and not me instead...
The Mourning Girl,
