Just let me explain.
I wasn’t always like this, no.
And no one ever ‘led’ me to this, as you seem to claim.
Unless you count myself.
There’s never been anyone else that held any influence over me.

There’s never been anyone else, period, come to think of it.
I’ve been dreadfully alone, aside from the people only I see.
But they’ve quieted down considerably. And I’m not sad to see them go.
I’ve grown to miss the word ‘we’.

That has to tear it. I am mad.
I’ve tried to monitor it. Delay it. It hasn’t worked, clearly.
But I can’t honestly say I care. It explains a lot.
Tells me why I’ve managed to fuck up every friendship. Every relationship.
At least, that’s what the people tell me.

Yeah, I’m a fucking monster. So I keep being told.
At last, I’m deemed a shut-in. A hermit. Rightly so. Protects the public.
I’m insane, yes.
But I’m sane enough to notice.