S-T-R-E-S-S

Panda eyes are commonplace,
A drugged stupor is on my face.
My restful nights are brief,
And the day causes me grief.
I don't have time for myself,
Because of the homework on my shelf.
It grows piles by everyday.
So much to settle,so much to do.
At times I wonder about suitability of a zoo,
Or a simple serenity of the loo.
What is it that causes such a mess,
It's a bloody thing called stress!