How come I think so much,
Yet never use my head?
How come I worry about the future,
But don't think before something's said?

Life is roll call,
Line up in a line,
When they say your name,
Raise your hand.

But what if
You stepped out of that line?
Stepped over the boundaries,
Into the unexplored?

How come I think so much about other people's problems,
So much,
That I almost ignore mine?

People have to accept
That other people think too much,
Other people do other things,
They have their own lifes, their own plans.

Their own games.

I feel bad for reading this,
Because now I feel sad,
And it's not stupid -
I feel stupid -
Because now I feel like it's my problem, too,
And I was never meant to be in it.

Why must I think so much
Into other peoples lives?
I have one, too.

I'm special.

I think about other people's problems,
Relate them to mine,
And cry,
The rest of the night.

I hurt people's hearts
And I hurt people's heads,
Not because I spoke,
But because of the words I never said.