Fake It For You
My tears drag my mascara down my face,
The last time I was in the hospital
Was when my grandfather died,
And now I'm back
For the only grandfather I have left.
I walk in and put on a brave face,
For everyone including myself.
I kiss the mask I must restrict my face with,
My mask makes him laugh.
The lipstick stain on the outside,
A cute less frightening touch.
I can only imagine how he feels,
All these masked people around hi.
Sad eyes surrounding him,
I try to keep my eyes happy,
only slipping occasionally.
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