Dear 2020, I Don’t Want to Hate You But…you make it so hard to love you.
We started on a fine note. I was in love with a man, a wrong man and you showed me his reality, his true colours. You saved me. I’m thankful but then, you just started becoming wild.
Fire, flood, disasters and so much blood.
“Oh! It’s just a virus, it’s gonna go away” – you’ve made me paranoid.
2020, I don’t want to hate you but I’m scared of you.
I don’t know how many tricks you’ve left up your sleeve, I don’t know how much chaos you can create.
I don’t know what’s to come and to be frank I just don’t want to anymore, I wanna stay numb.
Waking up to the news of someone’s death, someone losing their job, someone losing their home, someone losing their mind, someone losing who they are,
I know it’s not you, it’s not your fault.
You’re not as bad as 1918 or 1945 but you’re catching up, people are hating on you, you see,
I bet you were just like us, you wanted to be the best year for all of us, but, situations, circumstances, you’ve been made the villain.
I personally don’t know what to say to you because you’ve been kind to me, you’ve done me well but I just wish you were kind to everyone else.
I expected a lot from you but it’s always the ones I expect too much from leaving me disappointed.
Same old story.
No, I’m not blaming you but why are you doing this?
Is there an end to this? Will you end on a happy note? Will you make up for everything you have done so far? I believe you can. You have time. You have 3 whole months to go and you know you can do it.
2020, I really don’t want to hate you anymore but have you left me a choice?
You’ve taken people, jobs. homes, wishes, ambitions, love, you’ve taken a toll on all of us.
We’re at a crossroads – a part of us wants to see the end and there’s a part of us that’s too afraid.
We don’t know what we’re going to wake up to anymore but we hope it’s something better than what we’ve been going through. We hope it’s better than before.
I just wanna end on this note – Dear 2020, I don’t want to hate you anymore.
Hey Anamika, thanks for checking up on me. I know I’m hated everywhere, you probably don’t even want to listen to me but I have some things to say! Do you ever wonder why you all are behaving this way? I’m just a year.
I’m not the cause for your bushfires, I didn’t bring any flood, I didn’t make people shed blood. I didn’t bring all this hate and now it’s too late.
I didn’t bring this virus you keep talking about, I didn’t create it, I didn’t spread it. I didn’t kill men, I didn’t take their jobs, I didn’t do all the things people are accusing me of…I understand though- Where this frustration is coming from.
I apologize but it’s not my fault. I’m stuck here just as you are, I’m just a year.
Think about what you’ve done so far. When was the last time you did something for someone else? When was the last time you planted a tree? When was the last time you fed the poor? When was the last time you stood up for something you believed in? But it’s me, it’s all me, me, me! Put all the blame on me. Inequality, injustice, it’s all on me. It must be, right?
Fine! I’ll take the blame. I don’t mind being one of the worst years of mankind. I don’t know what to say, how can someone be so oblivious to their deeds even to this day…and if I may, let me say – You wouldn’t change even if you knew, so, I’m sorry but it’s not me, it’s you!