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 !