Words Can Paint a Thousand Pictures

Beware the bullies and the hecklers for I am in need of material. It is a need born of worse than you, a need born from much greater than want. Stand aside those that would love me to see me suffer down the track. For I can immortalise you for what you truly are, and you shall be recognised whilst nameless. You make hurl your sticks, you may sling your stones, but your names will always hurt me, and I will reflect that pain toward you. I am a real man, I show my feelings, and I feel deeper than you know. Deeper than you could ever feel unless you have a place in prose. Words can paint a thousand pictures but will provide no frame. If you want to hurt me I am ready for that game.