Am I a poet?

So since I have started this poetry class at my high school, I have been writing poems more often. Literally every time something pops into my head I have to write it down. Recently, I went to a performance poetry scholarship contest and I ended up winning. I really never thought that what I wrote was that good. I am so happy that my poetry actually did something for me. The judges told me I was a really well developed writer and that I should keep writing! This is the poem I presented at the contest.

I feel like everything around me is closing in.
My head spins and spins around on a pin
that sticks sharp in my cerebral
infused trips of this small picture
these clowns like to call a life.
My brain splits,
I seem to always keep my head
Down so no one can see me cry
So no one can see me smile
So no one, can just see me at all.
You see deaths cold embrace
Was a thing I sat awake
And dreamed about.
My glorious death day,
but now that path to
what used to be my greatest goal;
Seems to be drifting.
My teenage day dreams
Turned into symphonic nightmares.
Nightmares that squeeze my chest
to tight my heart burst
out of my throat
and blood spits from
damaged splits that no one
ever saw before you left your head
Just to show the world how broken
your tiara is.
My head stays down
and has grown to love the look
the touch, the taste,
THE AFFECTION the trembling
ground under my feet gave me.
It seems like I'm back tracking
and recalling memories of
pain and feeling sorry for myself
for things like
The monsters under my bed
sneaking into my room at night
just to hear the cold blooded
screams my skin made as your fingers touched my skin.
Or that time that Daddy said he
loved you, but only because you
were his only ticket to that rush her got from
Poppin' his mind filling candy and
vain quenching heat of passion he called an addiction.
Yes an addiction that seemed like
the other sister
only she was the pretty on
and daddy always loved coming home to her every night.
My head is stuck in this past present future box
Which I shall never get away from.
I've had fingers that didn't belong
here touch my hair and my skin that I
used to love until I looked down and see these scares.
There scares all of you chipped into
but just for your own physical enjoyment.
Every time you walked in
Scanned your little dungeon
and touch my beloved 5 year old body,
that was just another scare my mind
couldn't figure out how to heal and just,
One
More
Emotion
One more emotion that vented out into my everyday life.
Every vent turned into scares
and every scare turned into a new habit.
You. You are the one that I see in my dreams.
You are the Freddie I see in my nightmares.
You are the man that claws
away at my sleep pattern,
causing screams and bleeding
volcanic eruptions in my stomach.
But see, I never told anyone about you until now.
Until my scares can never be kissed by the light
of beautiful happiness.
It's funny you see these scares aren't mine.
These scares? That are hidden all
over my body? Are your problem.
Every day you hear my name
I wan your ears to bleed and all the
air to escape from your lungs
just like mine did every time you
said you loved me.
You see I saw no love
From your actions
Or even your words.
Actually I saw no love at all
to me all I ever saw was
Most likely the best
Nightmare, ever thought of.


Thank you :)