As a kid, I used to kiss girls. I got a mental illness since my father opposed it. His behavior was controlling and aggressive. I had no idea of his purpose or that I was mentally ill. I was never given advice or help from anyone. I was all alone. Psychological violence is wrong and must be solved through suitable penalties. My character is simple: I am a sweet, empathetic, loving, and honest person. I am not scared to approach ladies, have my feelings rejected, or feel small; I do not want to determine. May you be blessed. However, I have a fear of people due to my mental disorder, so I focused on my looks in the hopes that it would attract ladies. I desired an intimate connection with them and haven't given any other consideration to anything since infancy. A lot of anxiety, perplexity, troubles, and frustration have been a part of my life.
What I perceive in this artwork is deceit; the renowned musician attempts to persuade me with his air of prestige, sophisticated appearance, and a hint of smoke emanating from his mouth. He claims to be a wonderful, amazing, and worthwhile man, yet all I see is deceit. His skill, hard work, and desire for women and sex have brought him renown, but he isn't sweet, empathetic, and loving; he is afraid of rejection, feeling small, and approaching women. He has not a mental illness. If he was sweet, empathetic, true, and loving, he should be happy, in a relationship, and a parent. Words and hearts indicate that life should not be about power, wealth, or status, but about being honest, empathetic, and loving in order to be happy. The crosses symbolize my desire for the end of evil and my preference for death without love and sex.
