Touch (poem) (TW might be sensitive content for some people)

when I get touched it stings like a thousand knives

I cant look people in the eyes

for i might fear they be in sheep's clothing.

my skin is covered in the prints of the past

for when you look you cant see what I see

at last, I'm now at peace with myself and others.

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hi sorry if this is cringe, its my first poem, its about one of my triggers (touch) and i said what was on my mind, sorry if its bad