What makes this beautiful?

ihoop33 Poems

What makes a poem wonderful Is it the idea that I wrote it in the darkest corner I can find Or the idea that maybe you can relate but You don't even know me Maybe my poem is not even poetic Maybe I am spilling thoughts to the phone on which I go to when bored Maybe I'm in class pretending to take notes on my laptop Maybe I'm on a plane attempting to impress the person next to me Or maybe What can I do to relate to you without even knowing you Can I tell you that I know you regret because I do too Maybe I can pour this infinitely vivid imagery of joy Green grass Blue skies Loving families and summer fun But then I punch you in the gut with the blunt, depressing truth Is it relatability Is it imagining a future too good to be true Is it trying to stretch a finger to the tip of infinite success Is it conveying pretty thoughts to make you feel good Then trying to cover up the dimmer reality of life What am I even writing for I won't impress you I have said it before, You don't even know me But maybe that's it, maybe I want you to know me Maybe I want to be great so the world will know me Or maybe I prefer to remain hidden What makes our thoughts beautiful? What makes this beautiful?