V (an Angry poem)

******
Void of anything
Voiceless of anything that my friends say
I’ve felt like I’ve been victimized since high school
*****, money, all that ****
What virile young man wouldn’t want that?
Younger me became more virile and vested in the vaginal goodness that is women
Instead with more rejection, I became more voracious in my hunger
Kids?
I don’t care.
Boyfriend?
Who gives a **** about him?
I have seen woman after woman
***** after *****
With velvety curves and skin
Some with ******-like qualities
End up with vile, ain’t **** ******
As you can see,
This vocal rant is brought to you by  
Me being a ******
God, I wish I would have vanquished this curse long ago
I know some people value this
But am I always going to be straddled with this void?