Girly Boy

This is a true-life poem of how it seems life is and how it makes me feel.
Its also my first post here. Show it some love? Or you know, don't hate it?

Understanding is lost.
Its words fall on deaf ears.
You stay open to them,
but they can't relate.

The pain that never ends,
the hurt that always exists.
These physical manifestations,
of the problems in your mind.

The yearning for what you can't have,
the lust to change what you possess,
leads many down one of two roads.
Fix it by all means,

Or die trying.