Sadly, It's True

Happiness,
My acquaintance,
You leave yet again.
When will you be back?

Sadness,
My doppleganger,
You haven't moved an inch.
When will you leave forever?

Anger,
My solace,
Welcome home.
Where do you hide?

Pinned in this cycle,
Of not 2,
But of 3.
This is my life.