The first stage of crumbling is just a little hole. All it takes for a mighty wall to be undone is just one little hole. 

You don't notice until it's too late. I didn't notice when I had a dozen little holes. So then I crumbled, bit by bit, because by the time I noticed it was too late. 

Now i don't know how to rebuild. Instead, I make little holes in other people, then they'll crumble too. I was so bad at the start. But now I'm a master.

 It's shocking, really. Just one word has the power to destroy someone. Maybe they'll rebuild and I'll watch how. Or not. It just feels good to tear people down. 

Loneliness. Mistrust. Hurt. Vanity. A secret coming out. Or manipulating fears. Everybody has something. I can always find it. 

It's a wonderful, terrible rush to give somebody the little nudge, the one that tears them down. I don't know what happens next, but it feels so good in the moment.

Every time I destroy someone, I crumble a little more. I just don't notice. So the only joy left for me is to destroy. And I am so, so good at destroying. Best at destroying the person I hate most. Myself.