If You Got Nothing Nice To Say... Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I can't help it.
It's the way you write.
It feels like a robot.
So scripted.
A non native speaker.
Dreary me, I wonder what is in this beaker?
Could it be the perfect solution?
Should I really encourage your resolution?
Or should I be the honest critic?
I hate to admit it but I just want to forget.
Escape feeling morally obligated to a given response.
When the horror is so pronounced.
No, no please do not ask me.
For my opinion matters not.
Just do what your heart wants.
Even if I can't bare its awful sight.
I'm sure someone will find delight in your bizarre sunlight.