I am grotesque.
Me and my worldly desires. Grotesque.
Monstrous. And any other word that has the same meaning or severity.
I lie to my shelter to be un sheltered. Grotesque.
I succumb. Grotesque.
I tempt. Grotesque.
I hurt. Grotesque.
And after all that, I feel. Grotesque.

In my disgust, I am so apologetic.
Because you being hurt hurts me more.

Despite all my worldliness, I can still feel. Grotesque.
It's like good amongst all the wrong. Good smeared with blood. Grotesque.

Now, the person in the mirror. Grotesque.