Controlled

Maybe it's fate. Though much closer in resemblance to a curse. It's a burden I will have to carry on my back for theorist of my life, a life I cannot end, despite that I am not nearly strong enough to. Not only that, but I've forced this immense heavy burden onto the backs of others, mere strangers even, wholly lacking their consent, only earning them enigmatic misery that they have no chance of unlatching. I've earned death.
I am forced to be everyone's worst nightmare and dreadfully my own. I am my own calamity and my own lethal sin sent here from Hell. I am a mind controller.