I quit...

The fight inside to be the
best has eaten me out
of the hole I've been
hiding in. All eyes are
on me and I can't handle
this. Staring turns into
vicious glaring...I am
unwanted.

These eyes make me feel
the way I've felt
all my life. My efforts
are futile. My existence
unrecognized...Who am
I to you? No one

Everyone says things
get better in time, that
I won't always be this way.
But what if that's not my
destiny. We can't all be
happy, someone has to suffer.
Maybe that's my job.

Well I'm sorry boss
but I'm turning in my life
and aspirations...I quit.