I don't need anyone to console me
I can do it myself--
I had to learn how the hard way,
because I've always been alone.
This comforting touch, though sweet in nature,
it makes me uncomfortable;
please don't touch me.
I am unfamiliar with physical consoling, you see,
for I've always had to be my own lullaby,
my own comforter.
Though, yes, I often crave touch,
when I'm sad or upset,
please don't touch me lest I ask.
In the entirety of my life, I dealt with turmoil internally
whether it be late at night or during the day when no one was home--
I was always alone.
This is more familiar to me, you see,
for only a select few have seen my tears--
how I detest being so transparent.
I pray that you never see me cry, dear one,
because I'm stronger than that.
Please don't think I no longer love you because I don't wanna be touched--
nothing could be further from the truth--
I just handle pain better when alone.
Perhaps that's unhealthy--
I wouldn't know--
because that's all I've known, really.
My intention is not to hurt you, dear one,
please understand this;
being completely transparent is nearly impossible for me--
for I was taught not to feel, remember?
But I promise you, dear one, that it will not always be this way
I just ask that you be patient,
and please, don't touch me.
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...