Baneful Brickbats Begat Grievous Barrier

Traces of the masterful impregnable prepubescent wall still extant scads of decades since complex edifice erected to force tall permanently leaving me unmoored, marooned, and furloughed ready for pall bearers to spill soil upon my then emaciated stick figure overall, an unlovely bag of bones stripped of flesh, sans unseen deadly parasites, who valiantly tried to mothball, and nearly succeeded, kneaded, and deeded landfall, when aghast parents at wits end betiding, halting, and ramming ace kickball player with serious game of life and death, the latter cleated toehold unanimous decision to install topnotch scorer anticipating seeing his name plaque mounted within glass encasement within guildhall, faintly hearing inaudible teammates praised showered, visited head upon one, with grit and gall, who clinched championship wrathful excoriation against me referee could not forestall, who fumbled, kindled (as predicted) loose tongues flaying hide with no rescue to escape being skewered behind eight ball, thus the above "FAKE" metaphor merely to accentuate self repudiation delivering to this defacto scapegoat bullies taunts endlessly berate ting, jackknifing, and resulting with implacable self hate deferrening allowance, asper my grant (migrant) humph...pariah status to learn social skills quite late, and apathetically to marry and mate despite ambivalence within my pate even now...the entombed fortress prison wall, I cannot obliterate hence... no surprise WALLS - I HATE!