This poem is perfect. The construction and rhyming of your thoughts touched me. I can identify with each stanza of frustration.
I'm dealing with a grandson who won't make good choices and just sits, playing video games. Frustration is the right word as I struggle to know how to help.
And I've ended up doing your last line. T should have done it first.
Thank you for writing this, makes me feel I'm not the only one dealing with this.