Touch

The only touch I ever knew

Was from one who only caused pain.

But all around me are simple gestures

That alien to me will always remain.

A simple hug, a pat on the back

I see others receive quite often.

But I'm always there, watching, waiting

For these my fears to soften.

For one of the few things I actually fear

Is rejection and being alone.

But the deficiency of human contact

Has left all comfort unknown.

It seems I am the only one

Who no one wants to go near,

Who is not ever considered worthy

For a hug or comfort from a tear.

It may sound crazy to feel this way

But a life without touch is a nightmare

I cannot awaken from this horror.

This loneliness, I feal, I can no longer bear.