Missing Pages

Every time I write a poem, you see me naked I bare my soul, show everything there is to show I'm battling demons and living Dangerous But I try to give you my story without any missing pages Scars on my body that are covered with Tats I stopped giving people my all, because they focus on what you lack I make a lot of mistakes, but I've never tried to deny this I love my scars, because they all say "I survived this" One girl broke my heart, so I decided to bed them all I'll jump off, when you place me on a high pedestal I just can't deal with that kind of pressure Struggling with my bipolar disorder, I'm trying to keep my mind together I can't swallow tablets, so I can't even take the medication they prescribe me I know it's a big dedication to like me I'm bipolar, with depression & anxiety, and I go distant for months on end But I'm upfront about it, so if you can't cope with me like this, then don't pretend Unable to swallow tablets since I tried to kill myself at seventeen It made my pain worse, and never helped my screams I was made to look crazier, and I was judged worse Which didn't affect me, as I hadn't even felt love first I smile more now, because the pain became pleasure When I Fall apart, i rhyme words to keep my thoughts together I'm crazy and it's up to you if you can embrace it Judge me all you want, but I've told my story without any missing pages