A Haunting Past

I knew a child
Who was mild
Every night
She was a horrible sight

She would crawl to her bed
and fall limp like the dead
She would lay down and weep
and stay half asleep

She falls asleep with the hope,
"If only I could cope."
But every morning she wakes
Realizing she doesn't have what it takes

With her tear-filled eyes,
All she could see was demise
The broken scars on her back
A reminder of everything she lacks

Now I'm standing here
Looking at the mirror with fear
Fear that I would return
To how I was before I learned