A person in a small room

I have always felt like person in large room food on my table a roof over my head hobbies paid for and family I could talk to about anything but lately my depression is getting bad and even though I still have food a roof hobbies and a family that loves me I feel like I have stayed the same but the room I'm in shrunk over time it has gotten smaller and smaller and the air gets lighter making it harder to breathe I talked to my Dr she gave me a white oval pill and I finally felt like the room was growing again I was wrong shrink I move into a comfortable place so it doesn't seem so small shrink I smile and shake it off it will get better soon the room will one day grow SHRINK I'm knocked down this time the room coming around me closer I'm feeling claustrophobic as the walls inch in more and more every time a slight inconvenience happens but as I'm in this small room I smile to make sure everyone around me is ok I feel like I'm playing a game of operation but instead of being the player navigating through the pieces and parts I'm the one being poked and prodded I have seconds when I think of something that makes me smile then I'm reminded when the room shrinks again part of me wondering if the room keeps shrinking and I disappear who will make sure everyone is OK the other part wanting the release of pressure SHRINK SHRINK SHRINK a person in a small room