The drugs aren’t working 

Because I’m not sleeping

The drugs aren’t working

Because I’m still me

Manic depressive and

Angry all before 3

The drugs aren’t working

Because my appetite is raging

Feeding on whatever I find 

With insatiable tasting

The highs top Everest 

The lows go so deep

Can we find something in the middle

In a place I can keep

Im suppose to be better 

But I am still the same

I guess it’s better than feeling worse?