Illusion

I spend a lot of time being miserable these days,
So much that misery seems like an old friend,
An old,long-lost friend who refuses to leave my side now.
A friend,whose might remained a secret,
till I knew what she was capable of.
How do I know that it's a she?
I won't be ashamed to say it,but females are always trouble.
The loyalist leaves,and returns within the blink of an eye,
Leaving me to wonder ,
whether that blink of an eye was actually an eternity passed in celebration.