I'm afraid of losing those closest to me,
Even though they keep using for their sake of amusing,
Which always ends up bruising and confusing,
Because I always end up mischoosing and pursuing,
In the people that end up accusing,
One another for always losing,
In the the strife they keep on infusing,
Which leaves me choosing,
On whether or not I should keep moving,
Even though the blood keeps on oozing,
Because I keep on refusing,
To be introducing to those who are blooming,
Because of the bondness I've had with the closest
Which leaves me unfocused and unnoticed,
So I'm afraid my diagnosis,
Is that I will never be victorious of this atrocious,
Because of my loyalty to the closest