Author's Note

The strongest form of control is mental. You can escape physical torture, but how can you escape the prison of your own mind? Thoughts...are a drug, believe it or not. They defile you, creep into the deepest depths of your soul, and mindfuck you into a hellish oblivion. You cannot be free of them.

But that fact didn't stop a 27 year old poet by the name of Michael Jackson, who wasn't one to shy away from freeing those thoughts...of himself.

Embark on the journey of reading the memoir of a troubled, pessimistic poet.