A brief reconciliation of attitudes

I have to say
(with careful words)
How alone I feel.

It started when I was six years old.
And doesn't seem inclined to go.

As try as I may it stays with me.
Throughout my years of twists and turns.
I'd like to slip to allegory.
But thoughts, they should be clean and pure.

Friends, they make me forget myself.
That's good, but I, I still exist

Lovers, they make me effervesce.
Remember F? And how she left?
Cynicism disappeared, can you
see her eye?
Don't forget, keep clinging on.
You're not alone
Until You Think.
Don't Think
Do
What I Do.

A Battle it is, with each side armed.
Can you reconcile this logic with love.
I think you can, it just depends
Which one started first.