As We Choose to be

We’re all as alone as we choose to be.
Surrounded only by darkness we choose to see.
Hearing only the words we choose to hear.
Manipulating the messages until they’re clear.

Ending every line with a period here really breaks up the flow of ideas. Remember that periods separate one idea from another different idea, so to a reader, seeing a period is a signal that there's a new idea coming up. Except, in this case, what comes up is a continuation of the idea in the previous line, which doesn't make sense.

Punctuation is very important in poetry, and it generally adheres to the conventions of regular writing. You use commas elsewhere in the poem, which only makes me wonder why there are no commas here.

I agree with klotrox on the rhyme falling apart at the end. Your rhythm, which was mostly consistent in the first two stanzas, suddenly evaporates, and so the rhymes suffer as a result.

As far as the actual content goes, nothing about it struck me as spectacular. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't presented in a particularly interesting way. Making it interesting would involve quite a lot of work, but unless you intend on making this more than a venting poem, it's fine as-is.

I thought this was a great poem full of insight and truth that I really resonated with! And your rhyme was off to a good start in the first two stanzas then got off track:

Arrange it in our minds, till it’s what we want.
Knowing somewhere that we won’t get caught.
Cause who really cares what the motives were?
And really the outcome too is a blur.

Like here

Because history is history,
And we’re all as blind as we choose to be.
Doomed simply to repeat,
Because we refused to learn what used to be.

And here

It breaks the flow and sounds messy. But overall it's a fantastic poem! Reminds me so much of me. Please write more!
Sincerely,
Klotrox