Shit moment

Sometimes the depression
Sneaks past the medication.
Trying to embrace
What I can't efface.
Searching for something to clear the haze
Of the pointless despair, my constant malaise.
Trying not to use substance for hope;
Maybe writing lines will help me to cope.
Tired of all the ads for shit we don't need:
Cool sculpting and Botox and skin tightening
Telling me of all my deficits
And what I can spend to be relevant.
And here's another thing that's bothering me:
School's got my kid testing constantly.
Although I know he is smart...
That's not what it shows on the test's bar chart.
Finances are shitty
Paychecks, itty-bitty
Never be able to buy happiness
Better tap into my scrappiness.
If you're still reading this rant
It's time to supplant
Some hope for my gloom
Planting some seeds, soon they will bloom:)