the color orange, and other things twisted by chronic illness

sometimes

sometimes,

when i am

being a lab rat

and i

can't eat

foods that 

make me happy

because

this diet 

might cure me,

or when i'm being

a human pincushion

because my blood

might finally

have an answer

the twentieth time,

i think

i would rather

try 

to be happy

in spite of 

my health 

than 

spend my time

miserable

while trying 

to find

a nonexistent 

cure.

but maybe

that's just me.