Not Everyone Wants to Play

By Mishthi Makhija

Each day, new faces come and go,

Their desires make my spirit low,

I was a young girl when this path was found,

Now my life is lost and unbound.

I never dreamed I'd come to this,

Where all my worth is sold for bliss,

A life where I was forced to trade,

All my dreams and hopes, now fade.

My parents thought a price would pay,

To quench my hunger in a way,

They sold my soul, my future lost,

For others' gain, no matter the cost.

I learned to sell what once was whole,

Now I know the weight of this role,

To trust no one, and fear the rest,

As I hide the ache deep in my chest.

My past is a shadow that can't be undone,

And I pray tomorrow will never come.

By Mishthi Makhija