Who am I

Sometime i wonder after this world has been crushed,
after it has been in my palm,
was it i who did it,
was it i who crushed everyones lives,

sometimes walking down the street i think to myself was it i who designed my life,
i wonder who created the life of ours,
as i sit here i wonder was it i who pissed you off,

but the more i think about it,
it becomes real,
was it i who upset you,
was it i who said it to piss you off,

was it i who detroyed or made your day horrible,
but i say, i am who i am,
i am sorry for the trouble i made,
i am not i no longer,

I am now the earth as i am crushed under my own palm !