Plotting History

I am reading other people's lives.
And am not getting it.

But I want others to read mine,
So I'm trying very hard.

I'm dropping bombs over you,
You can call me a moral terrorist.

But once you controlled me,
And I was your playing card.

Lets call truce
To a battle never fought.

Lets shake hands,
And all your acts are forgotten.

I'm now a part of your history,
Just like I thought.

So when people read your life,
They find me rotten.

Hard work pays off.