The Golden-Glass Wall

Hello.
My name is Erica. I am trapped.

They said that it was okay. They said they wanted to help me. They lied to me, said I didn't belong. So I let them isolate me, let them put me behind this wall, in this box.
I used to have a life, friends. Then the It's-For-Your-Own-Good people came and put me behind this golden-glass wall. I realized that They said they were trying to help me, but they weren't.
They had imprisoned me. So I threw myself at the barrier, but my attempts at escape were futile. They chained my arms, yet I continued to leap into the partition until my wrists were raw and bloody from the iron manacles rubbing away at my skin.
I screamed; no one heard. I cried; no one saw me. Not a soul could sense my presence... to the remaining mortals, I was long dead and gone, like the dinosaurs. I can see my friends and family, see them; hear them.... Why did they abandon me?
The wall itself must be explained. I say it is golden glass. It is. The glass is so I can see what is going on, while the gold is so no one else can look in upon me and my bleeding, tortured soul. The barrier is thick and icy-burning cold.
There are very few ties to reality that are in my grasp. All the others have been severed.
Isolated, alone, friendless and hurt....
Death is the ultimate release.
Let me go.