Workload
Final year of sitting in desks
Of staying up til all hours of night
No more dealing with the tremendous stress
No stinging pain of a failed test's bite
But the weight is heavy this year
Heavier than I have felt all my life
The road to college is a constant fear
The thought brings me overwhelming strife
Yet I do my part and continue to work
Teachers and parents badger about my future
My only thought is to not go berserk
And keep from having a brain rupture
With all the weight on my shoulders
A bearable work load would be nice
Yet still I take home all my folders
Because of teachers with hearts of ice
There was a time when they were in school
When they had to decide their occupation
Was their homework placed on a pedestal?
Was there no time for relaxation?
I know they've felt my pains
I know they have shared my sorrow
The rush of life courses through my veins
My life could be decided tomorrow
But yet i work with full dedication
As I do my homework AND fill out another application
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