Analysis of Claustrophobia

I'm caught in cage, there's no escape.
Its walls are pressing me with force.
Feel like they melt to match my body shape
And fetter the convulsions, turn me in corpse.

Who put me into irons? They inflict the pain
Piercing skin pores while I attempt to move.
Meaningless twitches seem to be in vain.
Is it hallucinations? I cannot find a proof.

Musings engender such a wishful scene.
Will it get someday vivid, real?
This cage crumbles away, my hopes win.
So hard to be pulled back in claws of steel.

Cold metal blazes with uncanny rage,
Denying my natural desire to be free.
Spirit inside is screaming, but the cage
Overwhelms this shout so it will stay in me.

I ask myself if I am not completely blind.
The walls are getting closer, shrink,
Surround my silhouette, make limbs insanely wind.
That triumph of a bounteous hell I have to drink.

Look of a human, zeal of a predatory beast.
Hatred and frenzy fill my bloodshot eyes.
They're seeking for survival as one wrist
Twines round latticed barrier, forming the ties.

My heart is withering, divining danger.
Its beating gets more frequent with each sigh.
I wish to fearlessly face the violent stranger
Provoked the oppressive circumstances I defy.

The liar. A mirror's our usual rendezvous.
It can reveal him, although he's used to be backstage.
With lots of tangled thoughts my mind's imbued.
It utterly has captured me. It is my cage.