**Disclaimer: I understand some people have suffered way more than I ever had during this pandemic but this does not invalidate my feelings**
Dear Corona,
What the hell.
I didn't have much to my happiness,
Yet you took it all away.
2020 was supposed to be my year.
My season with some crazy memories.
Memories I would be able to share with my children,
Friends,
Family.
But no,
You act like a selfish brat.
Taking everything from everyone.
The self proclaimed entitled queen bee.
You not only cut short the lives of so many,
But you cut short my extra curricular,
My school year,
My happiness.
I waited four years,
FOUR GODDAMNED LONG YEARS,
And my season was cut short.
There is a robot out there,
And students who suffered for more than six weeks,
That will never see it work,
The way it should have.
Students who can never say THEY took themselves to Worlds.
I waited twelve years,
TWELVE AND A HALF TORTUROUS YEARS,
To walk across a stupid stage,
And take a picture with a worthless piece of paper.
And I can't do that anymore.
I slaved and now,
Now,
It feels worthless.
There's no point.
I can't even go out,
Make some classic senior year memories,
With people I know I will lose contact with,
Because of you.
It's just not fair.
I might not even get a real first semester,
At a college,
Because of you.
And heaven knows,
I NEED to get the hell outta dodge.
I tried hard,
For two years,
To bring back my mental health.
It was never the same,
It was never as strong as it used to be,
Yet you tore it apart.
2020,
The year where everything was supposed to go right.
And everything took a sharp left.
Three months have never felt longer.
These blows to our health,
Physical and mental,
Our school year,
Our family, friends,
Our extra curriculars,
Our way of life,
Have never hit harder.
And I have never wished more,
Than to see you embodied,
As a real human being,
So I can beat the hell out of you.
-m.
