Driven Up the Wall

You are driving me up the wall
I used to stand up proud and tall
Now I wish to cringe in caves
As your wallowing hits in waves

I need to get out of this town
You really do act the clown
Looking at your facetious face
Makes me surely need my own space

Yet if the honest truth be told
Without you I'll never grow old
I live, love and value it all
Despite driving me up the wall

Really, this is supposed to be a Quatrain poem using a, a, b, b rhyme scheme: with eight syllables in each line, using alliteration at least once in each stanza.