Would any person shed one tear If my sad and breaking heart Stopped from all of the beatings and silence.. Would you say a eulogy when I'm gone? Sneer..Sneer.. I bleed red Just as any one bleeds An artistic soul discarded due to a mirror and a shallow glance Do you forsake the original and cherished writers and artists? They have no perfection to their works and appearance.. They were out casts just as I When I try and Join a crowd... Find my sweetheart.. Work my talents. Alas I'm scorn and reminded of my dark imperfections That only can be perfect as a shallow mind places a celebrity as a mannequin sitting within a photo of a fairytale story.... Living in a tabloid A destructive "wishing star: "Fairy tale shoot" I am the "Hunch Back Of Notre Dame." Quizi Moto and his brilliant mind. Hiding in his dark and lonely quarters due to his "monster defined appearance" Never wishing to be anything but a part of a social gathering which cherished and needed his writings and paintings. After the Hunchback failed to ding the time with the church bells.. He was found, motionless. Cold. Neglected. Tears shed of guilt. By those who tortured his soul and had him cast in hiding.... Due to nothing more than ugly chants and appearance comparisons that should be cast in crumpled ***** down wishing wells.