"Truly I should be working, no?"
Whispered the little student
"Surly this is what’s right"
She fretted in her mind
"But why should I do it?
Why? oh why? oh why?
Why is it such a stress?
When can it be lifted?"
She gets through each class
Not happy not sad
Simply under pressure
And through this force it seems
No emotion can enter.
"Try and have fun!"
All the others cheer on
"Come and play here!"
They call out so very loud
But she shakes her head and only ponders
Thinks of how they live so happily
How do they romp and play
How do they leave their stress?
How can they deal with its weight?
Unless they have less than mine.
She goes home quite
Defeated and sentenced to study
She needs those good scores
Needs to grow more
But with this she can’t relax
And the teachers will always wonder
Why’s this homework stained by tears?