Through My Eyes (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 1

And yet. They judge me. They criticize my every movement. They try to break me down.

Music. That is what I'm here for. To do something that I love, it expresses me. It's who I am; it's what I live for. Writing music, recording it, and performing it? That's what keeps me going. And my fans.... scratch that... my Beliebers. They are my believers, my family...my Beliebers they also keep me going. I do this for them.

But shouldn't it be just about the music though? People are too in deep with my personal life, that I believe people are forgetting that I am an artist. They've got me so in the wrong. The media...these... people...they've made it seem that I'm such a monster. A careless being. They put out all these lies, and hate, and threats and just throw it in my face. They don't even care for the good I have done. It's getting worse every second, and I can even see it on twitter with my Beliebers...are they still here? I hope they don't think about leaving me...giving into this ridiculousness. I understand that so many are disappointed...but they can't be feeding into all that's being spit out by the media. It's so crazy, that I think that the media has forgotten that I'm only human. I'm not going to be picture perfect, and I understand that. They plead and strike to Stop the Bullying...but what exactly do they think they are doing to me?

They don't understand me. They never will. Why? Because they aren't me.

They don't know what goes through my mind

They don't know what I see before my eyes

They don't know what I hear past my ears

They don't know what words draw from my mouth

They don't know my life

They don't know who I am.

They don't know why I am the way I am.

They don't know me.

They've yet to see anything through my eyes.