"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 toi a question – the question 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 toi 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 toi understand me? What did I do that toi judge me? Are toi really envious of me? toi don’t have to. I wouldn’t wish toi to be me…
Maybe toi just want me to confess my ‘guilt’.
Yes, it is true, I do l’amour children! But not the way toi want it to be. I l’amour 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 ou other terrible diseases. I won’t let toi forbid me through your arrogance to give them just one happy day!
Yes, it is true that I had plastic surgeries! Do toi 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 toi see that I’m punishing myself for that I cannot cope with my face – and with myself! Why do toi also punish me for it?
Yes, it is true, once I was black! toi get darker in the sun and get admired for that. But I am sick and toi hit me for it. The sun toi l’amour 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 toi make your fun out of it. If I hadn’t become the Michael Jackson toi 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 toi 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 toi prefer it when I was dead? ou when I had never existed? But then toi wouldn’t have my music! Would toi like to do without ‘Billie Jean’?! My musique toi l’amour though, don’t you? Just not me. But I create the musique to make toi happy.
toi torture me with your disgraceful words. Words can sometimes hurt so much plus than punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask God for what I have to suffer, what a reason I’ve donné you. Cause I never did harm to anyone. I am afraid of toi ‘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 toi 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 Friends and me, we don’t go into the war with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of toi even though toi laugh at us and snap our fleurs off. Maybe toi will understand not before not only the fleurs 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 toi would be outraged: “And the children?!” Particularly toi would say that, toi who would l’amour the most to take my children away from me. toi say they aren’t my children. toi say I couldn’t educate them. How do toi 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 toi blind for what l’amour means.
toi don’t know me, nevertheless toi have already judged me! You, those reporters who hammer me at the traverser, croix in the morning, toi listen to my musique in the evening! That is not fair! toi are not interested in what toi 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 toi write something positive, there toi wouldn’t have to chercher so long! Why do I have to be ‘Wacko Jacko’? Can’t toi see that the only one I’m hurting is myself?! toi hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isn’t there anybody who sees that I’m also a human being?! Where do toi have your heart? Where do toi have your mercy? Where do toi 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, l’amour and Kindness
From my heart, Michael Jackson."
EDIT: I'M NOT 100% SURE THIS IS WRITTEN par MICHAEL, PROBABLY A fan WHO WROTE IT. IT'S STILL A GOOD LETTER THOUGH! HATERS SHOULD READ IT...
