Summary: This is a poem written in the voice of Anne Frank.
Note: It was written for English. It was supposed to be about Anne Frank. It had to have 10 stanzas, 5 lines in each stanza, and one vocabulary word in each line…. so it might sound a little weird, but I tried to put feeling into it.

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Shush! You talk too much and you are so vociferous!
Shush! You give me a headache and your talk is ungainly.
Would you perhaps feel at all joyful with verve, if this was all you heard?
For this is the only thing spoken with underscore when I try to speak.
To be silenced when you have so much to say…it distraughts me.

I love to talk in candor.
I love to talk and write and I love to be diffuse.
Some may call it nonsense but I know they just don’t want to hear the aphorism.
I cannot help it that I am garrulous.
Though others might laugh at me, I will not feel contemptuous about myself.

I have been trapped for a long duration…
Trapped and closed in by many ways.
I felt like being trapped in opaque, never having the warm sunlight caress my face.
For a long time I have been kept in quarantine.
My life revolved around many rules and it became qualified.

As I witnessed many tragic deaths, the reason why becomes esoteric to me.
Hearing German soldiers marching through the streets, hearing the phone ring, or even a slight sound always gave us trepidation.
We had to be meticulous in all the things we did.
We always carried qualms, day and night.

The Germans were cruel and unbridled.
The Germans, they were sadistic, not shedding a tear for the millions that were tortured.
There were those who had their life completely blighted.
Many lives were destroyed and thought of as debunk, but those souls will never die.
There were those who were vituperative towards the innocent, but the innocent will never really die.

One person I loved was my dear, dear father, who was always sanguine when everyone was dismal.
Pim, Mother, Margot, Peter, the Van Daans, and Mr. Dussel were my beloved family that no one could ever supplant.
My family and diary were part of what kept me salubrious.
As the months went by, everybody started to become cantankerous.
Sometimes we would vex one another, but we all did still care dearly for each other.

My diary was my precious friend and it was always a good diversion during the two trapped and lonely years.
My diary was always the one that could mollify me.
When I felt doleful, angry, or joyous, my diary was always there for me to turn to.
I would write my thoughts in my diary even if my thoughts were foolhardy.
Sometimes I would write things that can be considered erudite.

Some people may believe the future is immutable, but it can be changed.
Depravity can be prevented, but the change begins in yourself.
Change in this world must be made with expedite.
We must not be bombastic and we must think of others.
We must coalesce together and think of all people as equal.

We must rescind the negative thoughts and actions this world has an abundance of.
This worlds needs to be more lighted.
The hatred so many people have still comes to me as cryptic.
The fact that so many people hate other human beings that are just like themselves and are no different has always left me confound.
Vigilance in what we do and say is very sufficient.

Hitler was an authoritarian, and he had an effect on the world.
The thought of one man being able to change the world always could give me a disquiet feeling.
I am not scared…I am intrepid and death is no longer feared.
I will stay robust and I know I will never die as long as my soul lives on.
Someday we will celebrate the future, where the good hearted people in this world will unfetter us all.
Whether I do or do not have everyone’s sanction, I will not be silenced.