Bad Poetry Dump 3096

Shampoo Suds

This mirror is too long
It stretches hundreds of miles
And every night before I shower
I catch a glimpse of my mother
She looks just like she did
When I was little and she still loved me
And we bathed together
So she could help me wash my hair
And I wonder
Why I was even born
If there was always just going to be
Two of her
And none of me