"I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe."
Dear people,
I would like to ask あなた a 質問 – the 質問 WHY. Why is there so much poverty in the world? Why so many wars? Why so much torture and agony? And why must children die and innocent suffer? I don’t understand it. Do あなた understand it?
I want to help. I want to make people happy, and may it be just for a moment. That is what gives my life a sense. Don’t あなた understand me? What did I do that あなた judge me? Are あなた really envious of me? あなた don’t have to. I wouldn’t wish あなた to be me…
Maybe あなた just want me to confess my ‘guilt’.
Yes, it is true, I do 愛 children! But not the way あなた want it to be. I 愛 them from the bottom of my heart. Because children don’t make wars. Children have never hurt me. It makes me happy to look in their shining eyes. Is it a crime wanting to be happy and want to make others happy? Many of them who visit me are going to die soon, of cancer または other terrible diseases. I won’t let あなた forbid me through your arrogance to give them just one happy day!
Yes, it is true that I had plastic surgeries! Do あなた know what it feels like?! How often did I have to wake up in pain! How often I didn’t know what would expect me when I look into the mirror! How often did I cry when I did it! Don’t あなた see that I’m punishing myself for that I cannot cope with my face – and with myself! Why do あなた also punish me for it?
Yes, it is true, once I was black! あなた get darker in the sun and get admired for that. But I am sick and あなた hit me for it. The sun あなた 愛 so much can kill me. In former times I loved to be outside in the light, too, now I can nearly only go out at night. And あなた make your fun out of it. If I hadn’t become the Michael Jackson あなた know today, then I would also be like that: I would be a white black with curls and a thick niggernose for which everybody would tease me. Well, now あなた tease me because of my little nose. Maybe I would already be dead because I couldn’t protect myself so good as I can today. Would あなた prefer it when I was dead? または when I had never existed? But then あなた wouldn’t have my music! Would あなた like to do without ‘Billie Jean’?! My 音楽 あなた 愛 though, don’t you? Just not me. But I create the 音楽 to make あなた happy.
あなた torture me with your disgraceful words. Words can sometimes hurt so much もっと見る than punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask God for what I have to suffer, what a reason I’ve 与えられた you. Cause I never did harm to anyone. I am afraid of あなた ‘cause you’ve hurt me so badly. And I don’t even defend myself. I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe. But I have no choice, it’s the only way to protect myself. But あなた don’t like it when I protect myself. You’d prefer to kick a defenceless man in his face. but this favour I won’t do you. I don’t need to be ashamed for anything I’ve done. And as I can see at you, dear Unknown there are people who understand my message.
My フレンズ and me, we don’t go into the war with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of あなた even though あなた laugh at us and snap our お花 off. Maybe あなた will understand not before not only the お花 but the whole sun goes out. With my music, with what I do I would like to bring a light into the world. But is it necessary that I kill myself until someone believes me? And until someone believes me that I just want to do good things and that I suffer from your hate? But then あなた would be outraged: “And the children?!” Particularly あなた would say that, あなた who would 愛 the most to take my children away from me. あなた say they aren’t my children. あなた say I couldn’t educate them. How do あなた want to know this?! And is it important then what blood is flowing through their veins when I would die for them? Your jealousy and your hate make あなた blind for what 愛 means.
あなた don’t know me, nevertheless あなた have already judged me! You, those reporters who hammer me at the クロス in the morning, あなた listen to my 音楽 in the evening! That is not fair! あなた are not interested in what あなた write if it just attracts readers and causes headlines. But my name is enough to attract the people. Why is it always necessary to denounce me? Why don’t あなた write something positive, there あなた wouldn’t have to 検索 so long! Why do I have to be ‘Wacko Jacko’? Can’t あなた see that the only one I’m hurting is myself?! あなた hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn’t there anybody who sees that I’m also a human being?! Where do あなた have your heart? Where do あなた have your mercy? Where do あなた have your love?
If just one out of ten people who get this letter tries to understand me, already then my life is it worth being lived.
Peace, 愛 and Kindness
From my heart, Michael Jackson."
EDIT: I'M NOT 100% SURE THIS IS WRITTEN によって MICHAEL, PROBABLY A ファン WHO WROTE IT. IT'S STILL A GOOD LETTER THOUGH! HATERS SHOULD READ IT...
