Why Can'T I Think

Why can't I choose what I want my human to think ? Why must I be the one working all hours of the day? Constantly filling my drawers up with these clothes called thoughts? Like now my human is typing everything that I'm thinking right now? I must be dreaming or something... I mean tell me this is all a dream... My home has a lot of damaged things in it Like from the very first break up... I have that memory posted in the back of my room Like when my human overthought that math question Why can't I empty out my trash can... I mean it's memories my human doesn't want to remember anymore... Does my human even notice me? I mean seriously...I get overfed with random thoughts every second of the day Someday human I'm going to exploded and when I do you'll have one thing to say... WHY CAN'T I THINK?