It is she who sits beside you in class.
It is she your best friend.
The one you see walking down the hall at school,
the nice girl who makes friends with everyone.
It is she your student.
It is she who cuts herself,
yet that you do not know.
The same girl you thought you knew,
the one whom you shared laughter, and secrets with,
has a secret of her own beneath the sleeves she wears.
How can you not know?
Isn't it obvious?
I am She..