Arch-angels are laughing at me

Death isn't some chain-wielding biker with a flaming skull.
Death is an old man in a hospice bed struggling to breathe.
Life isn't climbing Mount Everest.
Life is counting your change at the drive-thru.
Heaven isn't a cloudy paradise.
Heaven is her gentle fingertips
Hell isn't a fiery pit.
Hell is how easily you've given up.

I'm not who you want me to be.
I'm who I am.