All That I Am is a Consequence

To recount the mountain of shit shat upon me
From Heaven and below Earth
Can never explain how I became the summery of me I allow everyone to see
For the alternative is to tell all the bullies,"oh woe is me"
And sit idly by as the drop their drawers to dump another load on top of the past
With a forecast as clear as a Venusion mourning solerise
Secrets are umbrellas in a shitstorm of hate
When everyone wants someone other to blame
Looking for a victem to deflect their own shame
All that I am remains interminably hidden
Behind a faded veil of blind secrecy