This World of Unspoken Words

Right now, I don't care about myself. There is no more use for me (why?). The rest of the story that I've left untold, though which still goes a long way, I will not say. But, I'll warn you: Dark things can truly go deep. My only hope is that the right people know that I am not one of them. No. I'm still one of us. And that you have my hope and faith. You have my dream. Conserve your energy.

Let's try to be objective

I'd probably say, especially applying to the asian community, that the majority will have a jaded view of me.
I'd probably say, they wouldn't know the details of the whole story.
I'd probably say, little information was passed out, even though I typed out heaps.
I'd probably say, things would be lost in translation, especially through censorship.
I'd probably say, it serves more of a benefit to condemn me in this story, because of the original intents of the scheme against me.
I'd probably say, for those who could even make sense of it, will still be out for revenge.
I'd probably say, the taste of revenge is sweetest.
I'd probably say, pessimism overrides optimism, e.g. resentment issues, using social anxiety insecurities as a crutch to my arguement.
I'd probably say, out of all this, at least I've still helped this world, if a person can get their head around it all.
I'd probably say, this entire load of crap should make me untrusting about the future.
I'd probably say, it's easier for all of us to remain as cowards (but I'm not saying who are the real cowards)

Ah well, at least I know what I'm going up against.