Life In An "Open" Prison

Imprisoned in a room with no locks
The sun is shining outside. It's cloudy today,
It's a lovely warm day,
Yet I'm cold, A garden in full bloom
All the plants and flowers, dead,

My favourite film is on TV today,
It's a shame there's nothing on,
My beloved music collection,
Not one song I like,

My own mind,
Mine,
Turning on itself,
Scaring its owner,

Victim, or criminal,
Who am I?

I'm one very scared little boy.
Explanation
I'm not putting an explanation here. However, I will say that this poem is about depression and each person needs to take whatever they need to from these words. I don't want to influence anything here.