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