"what does it feel like?" (Jackie's Prologue)

Was I dreaming?
I felt like writing a poem,

I put pen to paper but nothing would flow.

Still, I wrote:

"i wonder what it feels like

to know with certainty

that this is real

and you exist.

i wonder why you willingly live like this,

a life force fed to you as reality,

did you buy the lie they sold for family?

or because it made life easier?

i wonder why none of the people around me

wonder these things,

as they simply go about their days,

how do they smile?

i wonder why you would pray

to a god who hates you,

and ask for his blessing

while he kills your children.

why haven't you killed him?"