I don't know how to be perfect.I don't know what you understand within perfection.God knows I tried to understand it.I can see the failures,faults,but it doesn't matter.To me is more than enough.It's perfect.The way it is.I was well aware this can happen but I can't...my imagination feeds my soul with illusions.I'm too much of a day dreamer.I gave in to the human part.It hurts every time I hear those words I will like to whisper.I wish I could read minds.But I can't.The tears are only for me and only mine.No one is to be blamed but me.I always said this human part is only causing troubles.And words are still not enough.But I'll be fine.Alone.Like I always am.Sooner or later.
NB:'you','this' have a general use;
And,yeah,one more thing.Since when did I become other's entertainer?I don't even know where from this idea came out in the first place.I mean,I don't have the right to not speak,to be sad,but I have to please and make everyone laugh?!Oh,no,no,no,wait a second,folks.I'm gonna put an end to this false image of me immediately.
"I imagine stories...I make up moments and words..."