calamine.

like a mild rash
I just want to scratch you off.
The more I do, the more it spreads.

I've accepted the fact there is no more room for me
within these walls.
That you built with your own blood and sweat.
I will bleed my own and sweat my own
and cry my own.
You'll see.
And all you're waiting for is to see me fall;
Ridicule my plight and seemingly meaningless fight.

Stood in your shadow far too long,
no more will I be always wrong.
In your eyes.
No more.