My Harsh Reality

Too much time is spent alone...  Or does that only apply to me?

The clock keeps ticking away as if to mock my deserted state.  My soul itches to be away from these constant four walls, but it is caged up inside like a bird, eager to spread its wings to grander places!  Voices are resonating against these prison bars, but I cannot seek way out.  Oh how I long for the day when I can be free from this harsh reality, this test of time, this mental torture.  I find myself alone...  For now...