Touch,
I don't like to be touched,
Yet I seem to crave it,
A pat saying I did it
Or just a simple hug.
Touch,
I've grown to hate it,
Flinch whenever an arm is raised,
Afraid to get hurt,
So I learn to despise it.
Touch,
Never once it felt right,
Making me feel like I'm home,
Will that ever happen
Or am I just being a fool.
Touch,
I'm begging life,
Please be nice,
I just want to be normal,
I just want to be loved.
Love,
C🦋