[W]hen everybody starts hovering over me,
I get cross, then sad,
and finally end up turning my heart inside out,
the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside,
and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be
and what I could be if…
if only there were no other people in the world.
From the final entry in the diary kept by Anne Frank, August 1, 1944
