Passing the Torch

What came to me from those before
Has shown up again just once more
Onto another generation
With nary even a consideration
Malingering and malignant
Leaves us feeling indignant
Sadness so keen from way down deep
From me to my daughter does it seep
Of all the traits I'd like to lend
Depression is not the one I'd send
Yet here it is in either case
Leaving my teen in the same place
I'd often found myself in
Not the thing I wished for my kin