Even

It’s not insanity, it is what it is.

If you ask me a question, I’ll answer a whole quiz.

Manic, my mind might explode.

If you ask for a thought, you’d drown in my flow.

Terror, It’s there in my soul,

For once this subsides melancholy’ll take hold.

Oh to be normal, on an even keel,

Oh to be normal and not feel how I feel.