A Sad Nihilism (or I Want to go Home)

Oh, mother of my mother,  
Who is basically a stranger,  
Spending weeks at a time with thou,  
Is driving me raving mad now.  

I came to help thee with the daily tasks of living,  
Time together, mother thought we would be spending,  
And getting to know one another,  
But this trip has made my thoughts sober.  
 
All day sitting in the chair,  
Getting up to walk here and there,  
Then sitting back down,  
Only to watch tv shows, that inside, make me frown.  
 
How can thou continue to watch,  
Depressing shows, like Dr. Phil, politics, and such?  
It fills me up with sadness, nihilism, and a mental overwhelm,  
I would rather be anywhere else in this realm.  
 
Our existence on this earth is so short,  
Just when we've figured it all out, we've become the slaught.  
By the time children are born,  
We are old enough that when they are grown, we are almost at the time they will mourn.  
 
I don't want to think this way,  
I still want to have children someday,  
But when all I see on tv,  
Is death, possible death, and the "decline" of our country....  
 
It makes me miss those whom I didn't even know I was taking for granted,  
Those shows are twisted,  
And shocking for views,  
I don't even know who to believe on the news.  
 
My anti-anxiety medicine,  
Can only keep me for so long, on this routine.  
I want to go home,  
And spend time with family, not bury myself in a project or tome.  
 
I can never say to thou,  
How this is affecting me now,  
I have to suffer in silence,  
Until I can finally get some distance.  
 
Every night, I cry myself to sleep,  
But around thou, I would never make a peep.  
I sit at the table, sew, and smile,  
And dream of going home, all the while.