The Ever-Glowing Box

I was deemed different
Not like you or the person who laughs as if there is a tomorrow
For me, there is no tomorrow
My life is like a cycle, a routine
Day after day my life is unchangingly concurrent
It is a road with no end in sight
It is the universe, miles upon miles of absolutely nothing
I do not look at the sky or the sun
I look at the ever glowing box
My eyes glued to the screen
My flesh rots and my eyes burn yet I cannot look away
I am encaged
I long to be free,
Yet the ever glowing box holds me custody