Am I a Poet?

I sit here in my room, contemplating...
Am I a poet?
I write them.
But sometimes they are not the best

I write to be happy and it takes away my tears
the little child they once knew, is no longer here.
The words I write echo off of the bare walls.
The silence is like a vice, tightening around me, as I wonder...
Am I a poet?

This question haunts me, like a spirit seeking attention
wanting to know, where it went wrong for them.
I still wonder...
Am I a poet?