You and I

I see laughter,
because you hid the sorrow
I see you playing jokes on others,
when the biggest joke was played on you
I see a busy-bee,
when being busy just helps you forget the pain
I see a pessimist,
when you were the one person who had always hoped for the best
I see you in the mirror,
and realize,
you have become someone you never wanted to be.

Does it feel like heaven?

The ground was swept from under our feet,

But still, a few among us,

Have kissed the sky.

To all those who have kissed the sky,

Us mortals ask thee,

Does it feel like heaven?