Can I really call this poetry?

Okay, I am going to type 2 different poems that I wrote way back in the day, as promised. Try to think back when you were a teenager probably and you can relate to something in one of the two! I use the same type of writing in both poems so I am thinking it was around the same time, but I think the first one is a lot more negative than the second one! WARNING: I AM IN NO WAY SAYING THIS IS GOOD WRITING!

"Poem" 1: Everyday

There's a hole deep inside that no one or nothing can fill.
Something's missing, something's gone, something never will.
Each day is no different because every day is the same.
The only change is tomorrow's coming and yesterday already came.

"Poem" 2: Life

No. This is not me, yet no one understands.
No one ever will, no one ever can.
I desperately want to scream with aggravation
I must bite my lip and resist the temptation.
Life is not meant to be understood
It would already be explained if someone could.
Everyone is different and everyone's the same.
Figuring that out for yourself is the game.
No one will understand, no one will know,
Unless they become you so your insides show.
You are unique and you are alone...
Look life in the face and let that be known.