I cannot always be mending sadness
Sadness is like a dog
It can whine and scratch
But you must let it inside

A dog may slip between your legs
When your hands are full of groceries
But if you can't expel the beast
Then you have no right to a dog, nor bird, nor cat

You say you only give?
You are never in a position to receive anything besides sympathy
Weariness is the only outcome
I grow weary in you stupor