In "Old Soul," a young speaker describes a strange mismatch: a mind and spirit that feel far older than the face and body they live in. The poem opens with that claim and then gives a reason. The speaker has "seen too many things," and those things have left them tired of other people.
The line about pulling away from everything, "especially touch," stands out because it is so short and so bare. It suggests a time of real isolation, when even closeness felt like too much. The speaker doesn't say why, and admits the sadness is hard to explain, which makes the feeling seem honest rather than dramatic.
The final line, "To be 18 and already so wary of the world," lands like a quiet sigh. The mood is weary, reflective, and a little lonely. There is no anger here, just a young person puzzled by how much wisdom they carry and how much it has cost them.