A poem I guess

What to write about in this world of tangled fates?
We, the people of the shattered cups and broken plates,
Of the tangled feelings and throbbing heartaches.
Hang in there, the kitten says from the tree.

I cannot hang in there, for my fingers are slipping.
But it's okay, I will be okay.
Though my heart is ripping..

I tend to worry, no matter what you say.
For any little thing can ruin someone else's Tuesday.
Then they come to me with small complaints,
and the weights start pushing, I might just faint.

Then I see you, I see you again,
you toy with me and make amends.
I love your voice, your hair and your heart.
It seems you might be the missing thing,
the illusive part.

We the people of the shattered cups and broken plates,
we have such knotted hearts, and chipped limbs.
It will be okay, we'll all be okay.