Stress

Stress is stalking me,
Waking or asleep,
I never get a respite,
It is taking over my life.

From the dawn's light,
To the stroke of midnight,
I labor ceaselessly,
Yet it never leaves.

High school is a struggle,
But there is a threshold for trouble,
That every student seems to possess.
Crossing it means becoming prey for stress.

The towering stack of things to study,
And other commitments often bury,
Students from all hopes of evasion,
With stress standing in the midst of every situation.