jennifer-simmonsy5

My coffee got cold,
Coffee in the *** got cold,
Motherhood haiku

coffee, a haiku

There are so many of me. 
There is one for you, and you. 
One for her and him and them. 
None of them are me.
 There is no me, there only is them. 
All these me's that I portray 
tailored for every day.
 Depending on who I see 
I will put on the appropriate me.
 Leave this body alone
 there is no me.
 Just a shell.
 I try to be the me's I like,
 the ones copied from tv or real life.
 There is no true me
 Just many copies of other people's me's.