Return to Sender

I was wondering if we've gotten to the point where we can talk about it?
Per human design you should be my safe space, my comfort, my rise after the fall.
My never-ending ear, guiding and uplifting on each and every journey.
Did I miss a turn? To make this well run dry.
Did I love less and expect defeat.
Ready to hear my troubles, so you can leak it them on the streets.
Shoot me down in board daylight, let world make a mockery of me as I bleed, and crying out for your help!

Your seed or Your competition?

If you were happy for me, why do I feel you harbor such ill intend.
Why does words come back around, only having spilled from your lips?
I didn't ask to be here!
Left here to trust that you feed me, cloth me, love me!
You rather point out my flaws and tell me I'm dismissed!

The world could fall part, I wouldn't blink in your direction for a shoulder to shed a tear. For As soon as over conversation would commence.
I'd feel the suspense of your laughter, eager to know times are hard.

I'm in pain or finally alone!
You scrabble behind lies to cover up, the fact You leap for joy when misery attempts my doorstep. If I was such a burden, why not simply return to sender.