DEMONS OF PAST

Sixteen years ago
on a full moon night,
a sweet little girl was born
with a face lit bright.

Now that same girl
sat at the bank of the river,
trying hard not to, but there
rolled down a tear.

Right from her eye
it landed on her collarbone,
for it was clearly visible
her starvation had turned her into
a perfect sculpture of stone.

Until now
that little girl never cared,
but suddenly her insecurities came alive
and she became aware.

She was broken and sad
for she was always told to Smile,
now she only wished one thing
she wanted to find the reason to smile.

Her thoughts were finally changing
as she knew what was her need,
those demons had finally approached
but she wasn't scared
for she knew she was the one to feed.