I feel bad for you. You go through life assuming everyone is a liar, and that everybody is out to get you. It has to be so lonely being the sole righteous being to walk the earth. Such a burden you bear. Is that why you push everyone who loves you away? Because perfection is tiring and you need a break from the adoration and praise?
Tell me, what do you think is so special about you that gives you the right to be the world's ultimate judge, jury, and executioner? Wouldn't it be a lot easier to just accept things as truth from the start, than to assume everything is a lie?
You want to know why you suspect everyone? You think everybody a liar because you have built you life on a foundation of lies. It is so deeply a part of you, that your mind has adopted the fantasies you've fed yourself. You have convinced yourself that you are the only person that deserves trust and respect, and the only purpose of the others around you, is to be there when you want to use them, then discard them when you become bored like, an outgrown childhood toy.
If you cut everybody down, drain them of all their self-worth, establish your superiority, and make them doubt themselves from the very start, they'll be too busy feeling ashamed, and trying to gain your respect, that they wont have any time to see your true colors and and the ugly stains on your filthy soul.
Sounds like a pretty miserable and pathetic life to me. If you never let your guard down or let anyone in, your seat on the throne will remain safe. You have literally brain-washed yourself into a make-believe world, where the only true reality is the fantasy world that you look down upon from your kingdom or perfection. You have built yourself a fortress of possessions, surrounded it with a moat of fear and anger, and fortified its walls with deceit.
Nobody can compete with your awesomeness, so you have to watch your back. Apparently the whole world is sitting around plotting ways to trick you, or usurp you from your throne. Each and every person you come across longs to be you, so of course you have to be on guard.
Everybody's life-mission and intimate goal is to take your power for themselves, so you have to keep a steady vigil and protect your status at any cost. It must be such a tiring life to be the object of the world's admiration. Perfection sounds lonely and empty to me, you must be exhausted.
It has to be terrible knowing that every living soul is your enemy, and people only pretend wear fake smiles to throw you off your guard, so they can sneak in and take from you the things you value most; your pride, ego, superiority, and perfection. If you could see the real you when you looked in the mirror, you would be ashamed.
I am curious what could have happened in your past that enables you feel like you are constantly under attack. It makes me sad for you, because feeling superior and all-powerful is the only thing that brings you contentment. You are the pinnacle of perfection, how could anyone not be in awe of your godliness and worship your every move?
Admiration is your nourishment, and everyone else was put on earth for the sole purpose of feeding your soul with reverence and showering you with adoration. Anyone who dares think you are less than a God is worthless to you, and you will smite them with hatred and subject them to the deepest pain you can inflict if they dare cross your invisible and always-moving line in the sand. You are a living illustration of the human I'd. An embodiment of the darkest part of your psyche. Anybody who even tries to challenge your authority deserves to be made to feel worthless, and boy you do a superb job at inflicting that punishment.
Pitiful that you will never know true peace or happiness, and are content to live alone in your false reality. What makes me pity you even more, is knowing that you will never know what truly matters in life, and for that reason, you will wander lost and alone forever, searching for scraps of praise to fill the empty rotting hole where your heart should be.
It is easier to hide your horns and cloven hooves if no one is allowed to get too close anyway. Your perfect image is shattered when someone is able to get near enough to you to see how hollow you really are beneath your shell of lies and empty promises. Up close, they can see that your silver-tongue is forked, and it gets harder to hide when someone can peek through the cracks of your fortress walls.
One day, when you have finished using up everyone who ever cared about you, and have pushed away anyone who attempted to get close, those castle walls will crumble away, exposing your filthy heart to the angry beasts you created with your hate and misery. Your own perfection will turn into your prison, and the ghosts of those you destroyed along the way will be there waiting to eternally stoke the flames in your very own hell-on-earth.