Twisted Chains

Can't you see these chains?
There twisted around my feet and neck.
I look fine on the outside,
but on the inside I'm a wreck.

Wishing someone could help me,
but the chains are around my mouth.
Trying to point them to the key,
if I could only spit it out.

I feel emptiness and guilt,
at the same time.
But it's the feelings I built,
when I said I was fine.

So what do I do now?
Where do I go from here?
I've always known the answers before,
but this time I'm looking in a mirror.