Hello. I Am A Robot. (But What Is My Real Name?)

Hello. I am a robot. My name shall be revealed at a later date. I am a controling nincompoop that will not let you live in happiness or harmony. I must make you feel like you have to keep getting prettier until you really do look ugly. I feed you filth so you feed me the rest so I may destroy you in other ways. I tell you what clothes are right, what food is right, what make up is right. You have found what I say convincing enough that you listen. I have decided to take control of you now and you cannot do anything about it. You let me. Now you may all be robots. There are those few that decide not to be and they must suffer, at least mostly, for this. I need to be in your mind to operate different triggers so you may know MY right from wrong. What is my name? I am not what you may think. I am not one man nor woman that thinks I have it all. I am that society that makes you think twice (or more) in the morning. What makes you think you shouldn't wera certain things cuz they aren't fashionable. Thank you for listening. I have become powerful as you have made me in your life. I shall become more and more as your days go on and I appreciate this control. Goodbye, I'll see you in your dreams, when you're awake anytime I'll need to feed which is always. Have fun cringing and suffering.