At times when I can't breath
I try to find the tiles beneath
The cool squares more comforting
Then any soft cushioning
I'm like the princess and the pea
Chest pains crushing me
Something that should be small
isn't actually, at all
Because it's not just about that one test
That one pest
That one mistake
Or that one ache
But everything that lies between
It's about how I fail
And with every bail
I feel that if try to sail
I will crash and drown
In this the hallow ground
Along with all of my self-pity
Enough to make an entire city
My body begins to shake
Enough to make the earth quake
But then I remember where I am
On the cool floor, my eyes a cracking dam
And my lungs can expand
But I can hardly stand
So Instead I stay awhile
On this bed of tile
