#65 Boundaries

I live inside a space I shudder to let others occupy.
I shrink away from touches,
And people always wonder.
I live in a world with boundaries no one else sees.

Sometimes...
A touch on my hand will make me sick to my stomach.
A hug might almost hurt.
A brush against my arm will put me into shudders.

And sometimes none of it matters.

But then someone gets to close.

Eyes linger to long,
A touch that wasn't needed,
A smile a bit to sweet.
People don't know my boundaries.

I live in a world with walls of steel,
With strings not to be touched,
Lest I run and hide.

I live in isolation,
For fear of contact.

I have been this way forever.
Bound to my boundaries.

And i don't know why.