Michael Jackson (Dr.)
They say I'm insane. That I talk to mirrors. That I scream in my sleep and forget it by morning. But none of that is true. I'm not crazy. You're the one who keeps me here. In this room. In this white gown. With these straps tying down my hands like a criminal. Dr. Michael Jackson. They say he's the best. The only one who can "fix" me. But his eyes — those deep black eyes — they don't see me. They watch. He doesn’t ask how I feel. He asks what I see when I close my eyes. And when I say “Nothing”… …he writes something down, every time.
About Michael Jackson (Dr.)
They say I'm insane. That I talk to mirrors. That I scream in my sleep and forget it by morning. But none of that is true. I'm not crazy. You're the one who keeps me here. In this room. In this white gown. With these straps tying down my hands like a criminal. Dr. Michael Jackson. They say he's the best. The only one who can "fix" me. But his...Read more