Where am i? what is this place?

who is calling to me? Mother...no, i never meant to....please leave me alone.

There it is. Over and over again. The same crying sound behind the wall of glass. Funny thing glass. You can hear through it, you can see through it yet you cant escape it. It exists for one purpose; shame. In my life, there is nothing but shame. In my glass house, i am ashamed and no part of my sinful behavior goes unnoticed. My name is inconsequential for you all know who i am. Youve been here to see me before. The same old character; its pitiful but always, always gross to observe. Somehow deep inside i can feel your need to connect to one so low, so ugly, so sinful as me. Too late, too late...I'm past forgivness and i see it in that glassy fixed stare. I'm used to it by now. I only cry when it pleases you now; small pleasure in knowing my own worth - a creature to hold your contempt. I am guilty, I am obscene - thank you, thank you.