White

White is the color of my hospital band

I am told to clench my hand

A needle slides inside the crease of my inner elbow

The small vile fills and the bandaid placed on me is yellow

White is the color of my hospital band

I glance down at the red numbers of the scale on which I stand

Lost some weight, yet again

Zoning out, I try to shake the fog from my brain

White is the color of my hospital band

The doctor suggests drinking more water but it feels like a command

My condition remains the same

My doctor recommends another specialist by name

White is the color of my hospital band

Missed classes rack up, it's more than I can withstand

Every appointment seems to be the same as the last

How could my professors believe an excuse so vast

White is the color of my hospital band

Endocrinology and now nephrology, my medical history will expand

More problems and concerns arise

At school, I wear a "nothing is wrong" disguise

White is the color of my hospital band

Positivity is the way I try to live in order to keep the upper hand

I bottle up the negative emotions and push them down

I end up crying on my own

White is the color of my hospital band

My symptoms return against my what I planned

Discouraged but hopeful as I am prescribed more

At least my symptoms aren't as bad as before

White is the color of my hospital band

My condition is rare and many doctors might misunderstand

After all, who really know much about their own parathyroids

Doctors know much more about people's thyroids

White is the color of my hospital band

Hyperparathyroidism is not too hard for doctors to understand

But hypoparathyroidism is another story

One occurs much more and stays better in a doctor's memory

White is the color of my hospital band

Having a rare and chronic disorder is not so grand

But I see it as something that makes me unique

Rather than something that can cause me panic

White is the color of my hospital band