There’s something interesting to notice
When one shares their poems
Out there
For one and all to see
There are certain patterns
Certain people
That read certain poetry
When I write short, sweet, to the point
Two lines
Or three
Certain people flock
When I write long
With depth, almost like a story
Others stalk
Then when I let out my inner cynic,
Try something new
Rant out my views
I get a whole nother crowd all together
Comprising sometimes, those from the former two as well
Some go for depressing,
Trying to find someone who matches
Their own soulful nature
Others would rather settle
For some lighthearted fun
And still yet more
Would choose something else
And I wonder how do you choose
How do you pick amongst the multitudes?
Do you even care?
Or is it what’s right in front of your eyes?
Perhaps it’s based on what you like to write?
What you’d like to do?
What you’d like to be?
Who you’d like to be?
Is there even an answer key?
Is there ever?
