impunity

My grotesque flesh
mine, mine, i am ashamed
yet
i have no way out
of this hollow mass of guts
carelessly knitted together from the beginning,
polluted with sin.
I am disgusted.
Why do they so identify
my being,
from this abhorrent form.
their despising eyes rivet
across my cage,
but it is injustice.
I did not mean to corrupt this place with such putridity,
such expanse
of hideousness,
i do regret.

insp.