What it could be

Can I be your mirror? The little angel on your shoulder The one that tells you your scars are a reflection of your battles. The little devil that boosts your confidence Allowing you to realize that you are a weapon of mass destruction 

Let me be your mirror 

I'll wipe your cheek after your next meal And tell you you're the fairest of them all

Let me be the version of you that supports you.

The one that loves you enough to call you out on your bullshit  Hold your hair back when you look down Let me make you laugh, blush and smirk I'll call you beautiful and watch you smile wide

And I'll piss you off; I'll make you angry and let loose your temper.

I'll be quite the handful but not just any I'll be your mischievous handful

All I need you to do is let me