Dear Anne Frank.....Isolation

Dear Anne Frank 

We are pawns. You were too. Nothing more than chess pieces in a role-playing game for the puppet masters. It is and has been obvious - 

I'm scared where things are heading - nothing but pure chaos within a hurricane of destruction.

Why don't they realize we are all the same? I don't understand this drive towards power, the jealousy that takes over people to blindly follow fake images...and they know it but they still do it? 

What fear is in people that they don't speak up for the simple lives they want - family, friends, a roof, food and security/safety. All of us want that ...all of us. It is all you wanted, right?

This is stupid. Everything that is happening and has happened - a few men deciding our lives for us and we allow it. Do we allow it because we cannot wrap our heads around the evil so we do not know how to process it all? Is it fear? Denial? 

When I was a little girl and my world was crashing around me, I would lay in my bed at night and make up a story where the closet in my room had a passageway to stairs and down those stairs was my own hideaway with all the things I love. I searched out isolation and you ached to flee it - all for the same reason. Abuse of power and control.

It's Monday. It's tense. Time for me to pay attention now to the real world......

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