Liber by Twilight

It is said:
“You are what you read”
And that those words are true,

I read
I Analyzed
I Studied
Poems and poets too

And maybe it’s right
And they are me,
For in my poems one can find:

Their words
Their schemes
Their rhymes,
There is nothing that is new.

Here it is
The only verses I can make:

There is not my name,
It won’t shine,
That’s how it shall be for
I can’t write something that is mine.

There is nothing of me in my poems,
There is nothing of my poems in me

I am not a poet,
I am somepony who writes poetry.