Not a Poet

I would like to call myself poet
I would like to drop verses and let the world know it
But I feel like I'm not worthy
Like there's too much more to see
Like in just 16 years
I haven't faced the fears 
Or shed the tears 
Like in just 16 years I haven't lived enough
Haven't really ever had it rough
Never had to be that tough
Sure I was never rich but I was never poor
Maybe American poor but not world poor 
And I'm sure beggars and wraiths could let their words pour
They've lived the real life
They've faced true strife
So I can string together rhymes
And I can write lines and lines
But were I to write until the end of time
The title poet never would be mine