The Price of Trust

I see a man in the mirror, although, I could be metamorphic,
I could be suffering from a condition called Reverse Gender Dysmorphic.
I see a man, but everyone else sees a bitch,
I'm not playing for the Red Sox, so no need to make a pitch.

I know that I'm not the best-looking roster,
And it would be good to take it as a giant morale booster.
I truly wish it was a case of pure sexual attraction,
Instead of a matter of material and financial extraction.

There may be a sign on my back that reads, “He is a sucker.”
Or perhaps they believe I am essentially a gullible motherfucker.
Either way, it follows me wherever I go.
When I hear the words “Have you got any money I can borrow?”

It's obvious the answer to this question should always be, "NO!"
But it's a small price to pay to find if they're friend or foe.
But even that has come adrift because there are bigger fish to fry,
The smart ones will gain my trust before hanging me out to dry.

Please, don't get me wrong, some are worthy of our trust,
But they're few and far between, and time to prove it is a must.
It's true at the end of the day, that we all have our price,
But to take advantage of someone's generosity is definitely not nice.

It's a balancing act, and one I feel that has to be made,
An investment in a person's character, that simply must be paid.
But the return is something priceless and worth every cent I’ve lost,
Because the true value of a friendship with trust, is always worth the cost