The Curse

I've got this itch that's haunting me
It stings like poison, patiently
And it's pulsing through
And it's gonna show somewhere

I've got this curse that turns me red
It won't let go until I'm dead
And I'm just as scared
As I was the day I knew
I was unprepared
To present myself to you

Will you turn me out?
Have I run too far from you?
Can I be set free?
Am I one of the chosen few?