it rids their words of sincerity.

a poem about robotic people’s discomfort makes them sound.

Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash

do you pick up on how robotic people can be

and the way it rids their words of sincerity?

i think about the way everyone said the same lines

back when my mom died and

i was anything but fine.

what am i supposed to say when

you tell me you’re sending love?

is the cliché of, “are you okay?”

my misery meant to

get rid of?

i do not intend to be rude

so i apologize should my honesty

come across as such,

but a lot of what people say

in the aftermath of death

really does not help

all that much.

☽