The Thinker

I've never truly thought for myself before.
Well, I did when I was little.
Now, everyone thinks for me, and I'm an emotional automaton, a robot. According to my grades and class rank, I'm smart. But I'm not really thinking.

My American History teacher is thinking. My parents are thinking. My Calculus teacher and my Band directors are thinking.
FG, CM, VN, ZF, and HH are thinking.
GG and EP and Satan and Lust are thinking. Real hard, too. They think hard enough to weaken themselves and hard enough to cripple others.
CM, VG, JM, FB are thinking.
KA, AA. They think. So do KC, AA, LG, JB and AK.
CA, IP, FK, JZ, CB, MS, NR, TY, JF--"The Greats". They're all thinking. But I'm not.
My Physics teacher is thinking. My English professors, my World History teacher. They think a lot. My Theory teacher thinks.
The church, politically, is thinking WAY too much. They truly don't need to think anymore. They've done enough.
I want to think. I don't know how to, though.
My cousins and my aunt and uncle are REAL thinkers.
Even my second cousins, more than ten years younger than me, think, and they think very well.
My brothers think.
Everyone thinks SO loudly that I can never hear myself think.
Come to think of it, I don't know who I am, either. But everyone else does, and again, I am a robot, attempting to emulate what I like.
I want to know who I am, who I'll become.
God, I could use some of your thoughts, but no one else's, please. I have to try this on my own.

Everyone else, I need some room to think. Maybe peace, quiet, too.
Oh? It's not okay with you. Hmmm. Well then. I guess I'll leave you to "think" some more.