Don't. Touch.

Please don't ask me, because I don't want you to know.

Please don't pry, because I don't want you to see.

Understand how I feel when you look where you are not welcome.

I cringe inside, hoping to stave off your questions, your inquiries. I know you won't quite understand, and so I choose not to share with you.

And yet you come looking anyway.

And I don't know why you have a need to know my secrets. I don't know why I have to explain my actions to you.

Some things are not meant to be shared. Some things work better when they are kept to myself.

Please. Respect my privacy.

And when I say don't touch, stay away-

 please listen to me.