My Name is John Merrick

Another day in the life, I have been showed off the the people as an animal, but when has not that happened? Am I an animal? Or are they? I did not deserve a life like the one I am in, I never asked for it. The cold air breezing against my face as Bytes shows me to the curious crowd. I can not even think of what goes on through their head. They all just look in shock from my face and body tumors, and they not even ask if I am happy. Will my life get any better as each day passes? Likely it will not, for I ca not change my figure or anything. I could end it here, just sleep like a NORMAL person. Should I? No, I am a normal person, the fact that the way that I look does not mean I am a monster. I am a respectful, and caring man. I AM NORMAL.