A poem (oooooh! how emo)

Flashlight
Foolish light falls from the bed out the window and to the floor
Run fast to barely miss the monkeys humping
The top bunk is not a good place to write articles but it’ll do
Thoughts cloudy and apprehensive am I to write something
What if it sucks or what if I can’t express myself?
Enough ‘what if’ already, its time to put a gift to use,
At the very least I’ll know whether it is one or not.