Dear mom,
You point out everything i do wrong.
I have 4 other brothers and yet i'm still the first to be framed.
I am depressed and you know this,  i take medication and I wrote a poem about,  would you like to hear it?  
probably not.
But if you do, hear it is, mom.

Being sober makes me think
My medicine makes me numb
My therapist doesn't know how to help me
My parents make me more depressed
I'm just overwhelmed