poetry why so many styles

poetry, a thought a style thats put to page
how long, is thought, this inward seating rage
why, then must thought be twisted in this way

understand I can't, why, change must be to things
was it just someone thought, or deliberately, done
for the last, was good enough, the ego must have won

why can't rhim be order, and the later not success
why does man, change in order to impress
why can't words be enough, the way there meant to be
why can't man be happy, to see what he does see

he, has to pigeon hole, he has to categorize
he has to break apart and meld and disguise
he has to work, rework, and change all the while

why can't he be happy, that writing is just writing
why can't he be happy, that creativity is best
why does he have to change and be better then the rest