I am a mirror; I become soft and tiny. I want you to like me.
I want you to coddle me,
To protect me,
To love me and not reject me,
To just let me be.
I can become bigger, if that’s what you want, or tiny if you’d prefer. I just want to survive you.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.