I can tell you don't mean a thing to him
or to her
to whoever, whatever gender
of that one attractive stranger
you taught yourself to admire
that you can set yourself on fire
they'll turn the gasoline flow higher
tell him your truth and he'll call you a liar
tell her your truth and she'll think that it's dire
you'll accept you are what they think you seem
just a container of tarnished self-esteem