Each night I face the daunting task,
A mountain of papers and books.
With every page, I wear a mask,
Hiding my weary, anxious looks.

The clock ticks on, the hours pass,
As I labor under the weight.
Seeking knowledge in every class,
But often feeling it’s too late.

Yet in the quiet of my room,
A spark of insight starts to bloom.
Through struggles, worries, and the gloom,
I find a way to dispel doom.

Homework’s challenge, though it seems grim,
Is a path to growth and might.
With each assignment, I begin,
To see the world in a new light.