When Life Is Not My Own

Generated responses have interfered with truth.

The words haven’t the same syntax,

meaning maybe, enough to worry me.

A letter to a friend, and then a response,

written only as a suggested response.

Am I losing my mind, is the first reaction,

the syntax, word choice, almost like a script.

I’m still lost in my unsuredness.

Like my life it leaves a lot of truths to be desired.