I Want Something From Daddy That He

I Want Something From Daddy That He Is Not Able To Give Me. ... It Is Only That I Long For Daddy's Real Love: Not Only As His Child, But For Me - Anne, Myself.

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.

An Empty Day, Though Clear And Bright, Is Just As Dark As Any Night.

I Haven't Written For A Few Days, Because I Wanted First Of All To Think About My Diary. It's An Odd Idea For Someone Like Me To Keep A Diary; Not Only Because I Have Never Done So Before, But Because It Seems To Me That Neither I-nor For That Matter Anyone Else-will Be Interested In The Unbosomings Of A Thirteen -year -old Schoolgirl. Still, What Does That Matter? I Want To Write, But More Than That, I Want To Bring Out All Kinds Of Things That Lie Buried Deep In My Heart.