I sit bawling in my room

With no lights and the shades

Drawn as you

Sit comfortably downstairs

On your couch,

Immersed in daytime television.

You'll watch meth addicts and

Teen paternity testing,

But you won't face the shit that's

Right here in front of you.

Let me know when Montel has

An episode on bipolar mothers who

Never had a chance to tell their

First-borns 'I'm Sorry' because

Their kids fucking killed themselves

Before they 'realized.'

Maybe Oprah will buy you a

New sports car, to

Ease your grief and help with

The healing process…

Too bad Dr. Phil couldn't

Teach you how to be

A better parent.