I don't really like this that much. It's kind of a peek into my head.

Always step over the cracks.
And don't forget to walk on the right side of the hall,
elbow touching the wall.
Never sit with your back to a door,
you never know who might come in.
Never ever throw anything away.
Hoard, collect under your bed, in closets,
in boxes, in drawers, hide them in the
pockets of your shirts.
"Why do you do that? Why can't you be normal?"