Me And Ann Frank

We both think its so much easier
To right on a page
Then to speak the words out loud

We both are in a war
Only mines un-seen
Hers killed her
Mines killing me

She got her wish
But I did not

She is published
And by next summer I will be too

We are both confused
By boys and love

We worked hard on
Our wightings

And me and Anna Frank
Are a lot alike