Internal Corruption

I am not a robot.
I am the real me.
 
Twilight sets in, the horizon grows dim.
A flick of my switch and my tired eyes peer deeply into thick obsidian air.
The spark to my brain sends infinite thoughts surging.
My wiring is bad.
I have no controls.
My short-circuit brain twists thoughts into shreds until all the good ones are dead.
 
  Why did I say that?
  How did you take that?
  What could it mean?
  Where could you be?

I can't let it go.
Each scene is replayed until my mind gets its way...
 
     Distorted
     Anxious
     Negative
     Angry
     Restless
     Lonely
 
My programming is off.  
It was a cyber attack.  
Internal corruption once again complete.
 
Switch set to off.
Eyes close again as daybreak appears.
Time to reboot.