What More Can I Say? [Poem]

Crossdressing has ruined my life, what more can I say?
To say the act has ruined my entire life would be an overstatement, I can safely say that either the world around me is not ready to handle a masculine man who merely likes to dress like a woman, or that the sensitive is not willing to accept the fact that I do not wish to be a woman but only to be comfortable in my own skin.
Such small things in life become changed by simple appearance; love, friendship, childhood, and even the mood of people around me which to some may seem like an easy method of seduction, but for I, it merely becomes apparent to me of the primal and sexual nature among the whores and rejects along with the denial of masculine prowess and desire.

The whores and rejects see me as too masculine to be a reject.

The proper and egotistical see me as too feminine to be a man.

I will never be a woman and have accepted it, yet the world has not.
What more can I say?