A cautionary tale, this. Truthfully, I was too old to be a fan of Michael Jackson, but I could readily appreciate the talent and the stagecraft he brought to work. His is the story common to many whose parents use their children to enrich and aggrandize themselves. Hollywood is full of them, and of the children of stars and wanna-be stars who can't live up to the hype, the scrutiny and the fast times. This sad soul was a child living out his fantasies in an adult body he was always uncomfortable with. The plastic surgeons, and any other doctors, who enabled him deserve the millstone more than him.

I don't pretend to know the reality of his life, amidst all the accusations and innuendo, who really does? One thing I would counsel;
if you want to be famous, be careful what you wish for.