So What Do I Do

Is it my fault?
Was I doomed from the beginning?
Was I born with
Bricks tied to my feet?
I can never catch a break.
So what do I do?

Wearing a mask is getting
Harder by the day.
People are starting to notice
Little things are getting to me
The world is moving slower.
So what do I do?

I don't want to worry anyone
I can't do that.
Just make it three more years...
But what happens then.
My inner thoughts are getting louder
So what do I do?

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