-Touch-

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🦋