Once again I feel like exploding Tear it up before it lets me down Inside out and I never feel like trying I hate it more than you will ever need to know
Borderline and thoughts written in margins It's not enough to get me through today Always thinking I haven't got enough time Hard to believe it's only a lifetime away
This is a poem I wrote in my first copy of The Catcher in the Rye, which I no longer have in my possession. Dug this up in an old conversation.