Running When I Don't Know How

There is a verse in a very well known song that has always struck me.
It goes “You don’t know me; you don’t wear my chains.”

I’ve come to learn that everyone has different chains that they wear. Some choose to wear them; in fact they cling to them. Others don’t know how to get rid of them, some become indifferent to them, and then there are those who fight them some to be-rid themselves of them and others only to despair. Everyone deals with their chains differently.

My skin is like porcelain
Almost so white you can see threw it
Though that is what I have avoided always
To be seen
To be heard
People long for them
Even I
But when granted the wish
I grab a mask in despair
Its like dancing
We are taught to blend in
Yet we long to be pointed out
As exceptional
A fast learner
Someone who dances with their soul
And heart
This requires being like porcelain though
To accept the breaks
That come along with being
Yourself