I have been shackled for so long,
That the chains have become a part of me.
Their weight a familiar sensation;
Almost comforting,
Because their restrictions allow my world to stay small.
For me to stay safe.
But it seems that there is hope for release;
My jailer doesn\'t visit me as often anymore,
There might be time to make my escape.
Except I\'m sitting here looking at my shackles
And I realize I don\'t know who I am without them.
Their weight is all I\'ve ever known.
So I wonder if I\'m a bad person for not wanting to let them go?