End of 2020

A poem i just came up with. A bit late for this poem

I wasn’t excited for new years this year.
All that has happened ruined it.
I was not interested in celebrating it.
It was just another day and a number.
Everyone thought that 2021 would be better.
No it is not. It will never get better. It is gonna get worse.
The only thing good about this year so far is my new boyfriend.
This year is so stressful and confusing though.
This covid stuff has gotten overwhelming and out of hand.
At first i was scared of it then got less scared of it then got scared of it all over again.
Sure there is a vaccine, but how dependable is it and how trusting is it and will it really make life better?
I’m just done with covid and how the world is now.
I wish it was never created or happened.
So ya I was not excited for new years day.