A cliche state of mind-metaphorically speaking

i creep around my paranoia
to avoid becoming captive
within my already claustrophobic prison-
tortured from being wedged;
between crowds of loneliness
and emptiness

my headroom is suffocated!

faint hearts are not welcome here;
for the air is rich with silent pressure
i can hear a pin drop;
but finding it, brings more misery

palpitations are far too noisy-
and unnecessary for I cannot hear myself
thinking aloud as it is

plus
so much time
is already taken with my dampened mood
with such little space to breathe;
except through a hose pipe coming in from the window
but that is my only life line
in case a fire breaks my concentration!

i need a smaller place with larger exits
so I can vent frustration.
just to ease the habitual monotony.

i am sure you can empathise