Waltzing Around

The music begins
And we dance round in rings,
So caught up in the flurry
I'm confused by the hurry.
I search through the crowd
Where can he be?
But they're all in disguise
I can't trust what I see,
I may be partnered with Sadness,
Be flattered by Madness,
And yet he may still cut in,
There is always a chance,
So rather than leave,
I continue to dance.
How will I recognise him,
I may avert my gaze,
Be afraid of introductions
Just in case it is Malaise.
Maybe we won't get on,
Only my knowledge of him is fair,
And in contrast I have chatted
Extensively with Despair.
I feel comfortable with Mania
Though we fight all the time,
Though it's a test of true friendship,
It is hardly a crime.
Sometimes I wish to marry Content,
Yet too many times I've slighted her intent.
Why isn't He curious to see how we'd be...
Maybe together I wouldn't be me