DEPRESSIVE (waiting for manic to come?)

Tied in knots; bound, not gagged
I scream and people look at me
Unhearing and uncaring

I try to pull loose and each moment
Knots bind me tighter still
Not panic but desperation suffocates
Familiar faces look at me unknowing
How could they recognize this once happy face
Now desperately screaming for help

Not her.
Not her.
That must be somebody else.
She has it all.
That woman is crazy.
That must be somebody else.

They walk away trying not to look panicked
Their silent turned backs are like daggers

All hope fades away I pray for death
But I am told Live happily
Live happily?
It is a silent mockery
And a distant dream