This is such a heavy poem. Your narration is incredible in that it makes me feel such sadness and pain for you... the way you've personified innocence, guilt, disgust and anger made this even more surreal. The way all of these things can act like leeches and strip us of our dignity, of the strength we've built up. Wondering when this will end, or when forgiveness can come, for the self and perhaps others.
I related to a lot of this, as I feel this could apply to so many situations, especially the roots of anger and trying to get rid of them, yet anger still grows and we feel powerless to it. It destroys everything. I think the presence of anger in our lives, whether we hold it or others embody it, can say a lot about what is still unsolved in our lives. What we are coping with, what haunts us. I think we have a right to feel angry but it boils down to knowing when we've had enough. When we want more, we want something else, something bountiful to grow in the soil, and it keeps coming back to our past and those pesky demons.
A chilling write, thank you for sharing this with us.