But why does everybody want me to be quiet?
They say that I am annoying,
But in what way?
I like to have fun and spend my days playing
But nobody really seems to understand me any more.
In the attic I feel surrounded
as if the walls were closing in on me
Before I couldn't imagine my self being able
to survive in an attic for so long.
I have been here for a very long time
and still nothing seems to be going the way
that I wanted it to.
Being in an attic is boring
We can't make a lot of noise
or run water for a certain period of time
because the workers down stairs might hear us
We can't go outside and breathe in fresh air.
We are all in great danger
The more time that we spend trapped in the attic
The more scared we become.
Scared that the green police might find us.
The night mares I have seem so real
I become more frightened as the days go by.
Some of us just want the end to come
What ever the end might be
We want to leave
And live our lives happily.
The Van Daans don't seem to like me
and My mom doesn't seem to understand
My Father is the only one that I love.
Peter I can talk to
But I'm not sure if he even likes me
Every body wants me to me more like my sister, Margot
She is so innocent and so quiet,
But why pretend to be,
something that I am not?
As the time goes by
We hope that the end comes
Nothing has improved
Our food has been cut down
We all look a lot different
Life isn't the way that it was before.
Everything is so much different
And we have had to adapt to many different changes
Nothing is the same
and it never will be.
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