She means the world to him, while he
Is nobody to her;
Revulsion is more like it,
Truthfully.

It’s hard to get his bearings, or
To hold his head up high,
Or just to chalk it off,
If ruefully —

For when he opened up himself
And hoped for some acceptance,
He found he wasn’t worthy
In her eyes

She meant the world to him, but he
Was nobody to her;
And ‘nobody’ is such
A tiny
Size