Michael's Agony

WRITTEN BY : Maggie

Before us stands an icon, a child-like boy
But lately Michael looks more like a discarded toy.
Bruised and somewhat drained,
His heart seems somewhat broken, his soul so full of pain.
His fragile body no longer his, is more the property of the money makers,
Manipulated, pushed and sometimes controlled by his own caretakers.
Too polite to say no, never hurts anyone's feelings,
Like a child who obeys and is quite appealing,
Can also be the businessman who is always wheeling and dealing.

From rag mags to media, MTV reporters and political leaders,
Have now joined the ranks with the rest of the cheaters.

He functions not fully; his nerves seem real bad,
That he breaks down and cries whenever he speaks, and that is sad.
Michael looks tired and worn and needs much rest,
In order give the world his best.


The child who must grow within,
Has to be the kind of father he never knew to his own kin.
He laughs and plays until the break of dawn,
Till he and his children become tired and worn.

How much more can Michael give to us before his fragile shell breaks,
Of putting on acts that everything's great?
It's effecting his album which keeps being pushed back,
And everyone around him is constantly giving him flack.

Michael appears angry, sad and somewhat forlorn,
About his life, his children and the world which he was born.
He's only human, he can't heal the entire world,
Of it's complexities, hunger, hatred and turmoil.

One day we will all hear the news that Michael has retired,
To the world of peace and quiet he so desires.

His star will go on shining throughout eternity,
Echoing his words to all, "you are not alone,"
"I'm here with you, in song, in dance and I'll always be in your hearts.
for we all shall never ever part!"