english is really getting to me

We're still analysing this poem in extension english called the love song of j alfred prufrock by ts eliot, and it's making me feel kind of uneasy because mr michael and everyone else in class all interpret it as a guy who's wasting his life and he keeps questioning it, he's about to die alone, and he doesn't know what to do like he's procrastinating life and stuff.. he reminds me so much of me it's freaking me outtt