Trapped at a Viewpoint

Have you ever struggled to get out of your frame of mind, and lost peace? This is a poem that depicts such a circumstance.

My happiness is history. 
I had wings colorful and bright. 
Out of the blue,  
I got trapped in a misery jar.

Difficult to breathe, 
I played along as far as I could. 
I sat with my pain, and 
Acknowledged its presence.