Verse 1 needs a look at the wording, "possession"

The rest is pretty good.

Verse 2 is both puzzling and intriguing because either statement could apply to either of the positions in Verse 1 depending on how you look at it.

Verse 3 "as human beings"

Verse 4 states your position on the matter, and seems best left out.

You might want to classify this as Prose Poetry.

It's a funeral in verses 1 and 2. But when daughters laugh, I wonder. Verse 4 doesn't seem to follow.

How else can we keep four or five of you on the string at once?

Sometimes it's less painful to think of a person who hates us and with whom we have to live as an illusion. It's not ideal, but useful. Try a : after "The only thing he found out"

I have crafted poems which have puzzled me in time, became paradoxes and riddles I had not intended. But rather than becoming “convinced of their insignificance . . . or . . . stigmatized by capricious alienation,” I have sometimes reveled in “subtle intricacies [that] emerge incognito from tense silence.” - maybe some of the things in verses 2 and 3. Verse 4 starts to turn this thing around, and verse 5 has the great line, “Thoughts stem from an undertow urge to be the victim.” But rather than nod to the value of the poem’s transformation as it merely sat there, the last verse maintains “a ghostly-grim humorist suffocated by pessimism.” The last three words are pivotal, and I’d like to see them change.

It seems the numbers are there to rhyme, unless I'm missing something. Last two lines are good.

Very sensual, pleasing.