glue.

I want to be the glue .

The glue that keeps us together .

The glue that keeps my kid’s point of view from being skewed, screwed and bruised. 

Keeps them from living in a single household family and feeling emotionally abused. 

Yes, I want to be the glue. 

The substance meant to make sure everything is held together. 

It’s pressure, especially when insecurity hits and you feel lesser than those around you.

But you have to push through because giving up means hurt, pain, and people in the world bitter and rude all because they have an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, 

like somethings in them is shattered,

like they don’t feel like they matter, 

like they’re lost and have no clue of what to do. 

and it’s because there hearts are cracked in two 

and they had no one to be the glue 

So why can’t it be you?