Touch me

We all have the need to feel loved
To feel another human's touch
To be accepted not rejected
To feel respected not subjected
To the vagaries of this life
What happens to us when we are young? 
Makes such a huge difference
To our daily life: to our urge for strife
Why do some of us feel the need?
To reminisce: while others simply refuse 
To return to bygone days: refuse to peek
Into the days that are long gone...
Does the connection we know in our lives
Make such a huge difference 
In how we play out our days
Does the fact that I had a loving childhood?
Make my life easier to bear...
Does a sad and stressful childhood
Bring more sadness than we can bear
Why am I content to look at photos
Memories of my youth
While another cannot even bear to look back
Cannot bear the thought of younger days...
Rejection in childhood makes it difficult
To face rejection later on too
Those fears we grew up with 
Take over and rule our lives
The fear of rejection overpowers 
The need for another human's touch...