A Danger to Herself and Others

by Alyssa Sheinmel

Queen bees have never been particularly interesting to me. They’re all alike: relishing their little bit of power, holding it over the girls around them. Queen bees are boring because they’re already exactly where they want to be—at the top of the high school (or mental institution) food chain.

Another thing all queen bees have in common: disdain for those who have power over them.

But can you really call it sanity when it isn’t real, it isn’t natural, it’s chemically induced? When it doesn’t technically belong to me because I wouldn’t have it without the pills they keep giving me?