Of course, I understand your deep frustration.
But what seems like confinement really is
simply enhancement to your privacy.
Neighbors are nosy; gossip rises high.
Most questioners demand full explanations;
while scientifs and medicals insist
on explicit---or worse---examinations.
But what can we find as an occupation
to pass your time in happy delectation.
Music---by voice or instrument---will not
afford you more than stifling aggravation.
The sounds out of your throat do not attract
the ordinary, or the rehearsed, ear.
And every instrument in which you have
shown interest operates by fingering,
that---as one would assume in expectation---
requires five fingers each on just two hands.
More---digits, or handlike appendages---
will not find welcoming accommodation
that would allow your full participation
in classic or atonal orchestration.
But I think your anatomy provides
other skills you can make uniquely yours:
like magic tricks (well, that sounds rather trite;
perhaps, instead, say practiced demonstration
of an astounding prestidigtation).
Your limbs' unusual articulation
are capable of swift agility.
Your several eyes and sharp lines of site
make for extremely precise observations.
My enemies still seek my degradation;
their hard words---in concerted operation---
have brought about (at least in this location)
an absolute and utter defamation
of my once good name's once good reputation.
Add to your other talents, adroit stealth
and love for darkest nights and a new moon:
to prove your natural qualifications
to learn the ancient art of strangulation.
Starward