Repulsive Identities

I commit a crime everyday,
I dare to live, to breathe.
Undesirable;unwanted,
I counter the reason of creating me

I commit the crime of being ugly
Repulsing the beautiful world
For my diminish brings pleasure
To the most innocent little girl

I eat away thy plight
Of mosquitos and flies
From every corner,every spot
Whether hidden, whether not

For sometimes the ugliest things
Aid beauty's increase,
But the right perception comes to few
And the few shall also decrease

I, the lizard, thy dreadful fright
Bow my head in humble apology
I canst change the way I look
Though can be changed the way I am seen