Why is she sad? She has everything. Their words echoed In her mind. She is privileged. She doesn’t know real pain. She thinks maybe their right. She is privileged. She has a safe home and health. What more does she need? Why is she still sad? She started to get mad at herself for being sad. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to be loved. That’s why she sits in her room in isolation. Her arms sparkle red under the dim lamp. The touch of the blade was soft but deep. The pain of self hatred stings her wrist. Nobody knows her real self. She blames it on herself. But I know this girl very well. She is my worst enemy. That girl is me.