The poem is written from Anne Frank's perspective.

The arms of silence

they pull me down.

Friends and neighbors

scamper and squirm,

as fish do when they see

a sudden movement

outside their pristine glass bowl.

Be it big or small,

it still brings turmoil.

Some fight the bears,

some run to silence.

The silence does not shelter,

just tears at you

and scrapes at you.

I fight the silence

with words on paper,

words that protect me.

They fill the cracks the silence leaves me.

We fight in the light of the yellow star.

The bears, they steal the does away

to forests bleak and grey.

I’m ice, frozen in time.

I watch as the world breaks around me,

melt a little with each heartbreak.

The bears, they’re taking, killing so many.

My heart,

the ice,

I’m breaking,

falling through the floorboards.

The green police, they’ll catch us,

all because of me.

Oh, wait, it’s just a dream.

But this is not a dream.