to the person i'm forced to deal with

Irritated. Bothered. Frustrated. Day after day, I listen to you speak. Shroud my mind with your useless blabber. Tired. Oh so very tired of having you take all the credit. For the hard work I've done. For my ideas. Annoyed. Although years have passed. I still can't get used to this. Your constant need to be the best. To stomp all over me. Criticize me. Then use them as you own. "I think he feels the need to compete with me." No. Not even. I'm done competing. I've won. I know I am just as good. If not even better. So stop you ways and shut the fuck up. I know who I am. Stop raining on my parade.