Maybe we misjudge
It's the king of the pop :
Maybe you just want that I confess my "guilt"
Yes, it's true, I love kids, really! But not the way you want. I like the depths of my heart. Because children do not war. Children have never hurt, never hurt. It makes me happy to look into their eyes shining. Is it a crime to be happy and want to make others happy? Many who come to meet me are about to die from cancer or other terrible diseases.
I would not let you forbid me, stop me, through your arrogance, to give them happiness, even a day! Yes, it's true that I underwent surgery. You know how you feel? How many times do I have of waking up in pain! How many times I do not know what to expect when I went looking in the mirror! How many times did I cry when I did it! Do not you see that I punished myself constantly, I can not cope with my face - or myself! Why do you punish me for that too?
Yes, it's true, once I was black! You tan in the sun and get satisfaction for it. But I am sick and you punish me for that. The sun that you love can kill me. At the time I loved being outside in the daylight too, now I can only go out at night almost. And you will laugh. If I had not become the Michael Jackson that you know now, well that's what I'd: I would be white with black curly hair with a big nose ... that everyone would have laughed. Well, now you're laughing at me because of my small nose. Maybe I'd be dead already because I could not protect myself as much as I can today. The would you have preferred if I died? Or if I never existed? But in this case, you would not have my music! You do not like "Billie Jean"?! My music you love so much is not it? Not just me. But I make music to make you happy.
You torture me with your words shame. Words can sometimes hurt more than just hits. Often I sit in a corner and weep. I ask the Lord for what I suffer, why did I give you? For I have never hurt anyone. I'm scared of you because you did me so wrong. And I do not even defend myself. I just hide behind my mask. Oh, I hedge the masks! Below, I really find it difficult to breathe. But I have no choice, it is the only way to protect myself. But you do not like when I protect myself. You prefer to kick a defenseless man in his face. But I do not do this favor. I'm not ashamed of anything I did. And as I can see, "Dear Unknown" There are people who understand my message.
My friends and I do not enter into war with tanks. We come with sunflowers for each of you even if you laugh at us and throw our flowers in the distance. Maybe you understand, this time, not before the flowers, but before the sun does not go away ...
With my music, with what I'd like to bring light into this world. But why is it that I kill myself until someone believes me? until someone believes me, the fact that I want to do good things and I suffer your hatred? But then you'd be outraged: "And the children?!" In particular, you say that you, most of which would take my children away from me. You say they are not my children. You say that I am incapable of raising them.
How can you know that? And does it matter, the blood flowing in their veins when I give my life for them. Your jealousy and your hatred makes you blind and making you forget what love means.
You do not know me, and yet you have already tried! You! reporters, paparazzi who harass me, listening to my music at night! It's not fair! You're not interested in what you write if it just attracts readers and makes the big securities. In contrast, my name is enough to attract people. Why do you only put me down? Why not write something positive, then you should not look too long! Why should I be "the Jackson freak"? You do not see that the only person I hurt is myself? " You treat me like I was a piece of meat.
There he sees no one who I am as a human being? " Where is your heart? Your compassion? Your love? "