Creation

This was originally a poem, but because it's so long and basically is a short story, I marked it as story^^) it's still in a poem format and is about the creation and progression of humanity

Creation

One day god became depressed
All of the beings in the universe, he realized, could never understand him
He came to realize that even with the gift of creation he was alone
He created countless worlds and each slowly came to an end
He finally decided to create a mirror of himself and gave it form
He called it humanity
And he decided to limit their existence so that he wouldn't be undermined
He watched from the heavens and often cried at how foolish they were
They desperately wanted to meet him
So one day god decided to let them
And so he created death
He found that the humans became scared
He tried to fix it by creating knowledge and reason
Instead they became depressed
God was perplexed at their actions
He eased their suffering with happiness and purpose
This comforted the humans
But soon they came to betray him
They forced their way into the depths of the earth and rose to the skies
Soon they began leaving earth and exploring the old worlds
They made their purpose to become god
God became afraid
He was afraid that they would forget
He was afraid that they'd find out of his mistakes
The humans called themselves god and gods eyes clouded
The humans he created to comfort him now denied him
He comforted them to no avail
They left him behind.....

There was once a god called "humanity"
They came to creat vast worlds
They surpassed the faded memory of the old god
And soon they became bored
They became to ponder a purpose
They had become god
But now that they were, they didn't know what to live for
And so they created a mirror of themselves
They met eye to eye with their god
And there was silence...
God felt nothing...

Author's Note

What do you think about it? Criticism? What do you think about the ending? Why do you think it ended that way?