Your neighbor puts her bakery goodies on the counter in the kitchen and you both sit at the table.

She asks how you’re making out, you tell her the truth about how you’ve been struggling.

She smiles and nods listening to your concerns. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window behind your neighbor.

I think you don’t recognize yourself, that you can’t connect to person that you see, and you ignore me.

How could you ignore me? I am you.

You have to listen to me, you dirty, worthless, piece of trash.

Don’t smile at her, she can’t help you!

You need me...you need me...