Relisation (Am i thought that i am?)

AND THERE are many people,
Makes me scare a little,
It brings me to an relisation:
That I am not worthy to you people!

How am I claim to be the GREAT POET?
Oh wait, did I? Please allow me to check;
Uh, eh, here, there, oh well nothing I’ve met,
Good, good! If I did I’m sure I’d be wreck!

How am I not recognise who I am?
Too much time on the internet was it?
The dreamy state is sure thick like a dam;
Hold all reality; nowhere just one bit!

All of that came from a pen pal of mine;
The poems we wrote are so fun to write,
It’s seems like he likes my words to my spine,
A little creepy but for me not quite,

My bad for all those complains I have made,
Question mark myself for concious went red.