Angels are angels

I don't believe in perfection anymore.
I don't buy make believe words.
I have finally learned, or revealed, or realized that what you have said all these times may just not be real.
How did you get and learn the perfection of lying?
When there is pure love inside you, why does it have to be so hard for you to take and accept? I don't expect you to give because I am sure you don't want to give if you don't get something in return.
I am at least not on my own. I have a lot of people who care about me and whom I care about.
There is no more perfect you; Because you are not perfect. you are trying to, so hard I know.
With all the luxury you possess, with all the comments and remarks you make about other people only to make you sound and look perfect in front of other, with all the colours around you.
Well I don't buy it anymore. You can tell me, advise me, comment on me or other people I love and care for. But you know what, I am not going to listen to you and your rubbish talk any longer.
There will be time for you to enjoy your own being alone. You will have to bear being alone, and not having anyone else around you.
I pity you; we pity you; we pity your loneliness.