Poetry of a lost teen

Please don't

It's not a phobia
It's not petty
I can't describe it
You'd have to feel my pain
Wear my shoes
Stare at my body
In disgust
Have people touch u
In ways they shouldn't
Have people turn their backs
In ways they shouldnt
Have people abuse you
In ways they shouldn't
Maybe then
And only then
Will you understand
Why I'm scared of touching
Or as I tell you
I don't like touching
Please don't
~H1