I am immensely fond of 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock". Although full of melancholy and a bit of angst...I love that pieces of the language are like unexpected sweets.
I think whether you are a man or a woman...we have all felt inadequate, unable to act ...swallowed by our own insecurities. That's what Prufrock does. It gives voice to all that self-doubt/anxiety but in a way where the language still brings beauty.
"the sirens are singing but they will not sing to me" (paraphrase).
AH, those sirens sangs to me, I steered towards Sirenum scopuli, but ended up in Hawaii, with Helen (a.k.a. Fifilaru Keanu)