the bell rings, i take my seat,

i repeat this seven times.

the bell rings, i take out a sheet,

i write line after line.

my phone rings i push it aside,

i drown out the chime after chime.

my friends go home,

im still here writing under this dome.

the time tells five,

i still have homework a mountain high.

the clock strikes seven,

it feels like heaven.

up my engine roars loud,

i get a brief moment of peace on a cloud.

my dinner is served

still by work im lured.

one class to go,

but my teachers will never know,

how hard i work,

how much i manage,

how tired i am 

because of the work from their classes.

yes, there are seven but it feels like more,

and its ruining my very core.