He joined the game
With open eyes,
A world of rules,
A web of lies.

He built a face,
A perfect skin,
To earn applause
And fit right in.

He leveled up,
He played it right.
But no one saw
His silent fight.

He shared his days,
They double-tapped.
But when he fell,
The screen went black.

The crowd moved on,
He lost his name.
Just one more player
Out of the game.

One girl paused,
But didn’t speak.
She felt a glitch—
Subtle and weak.

He reached the end,
No points to run.

The inner voices ask,
"Am I done?"
The player removes the mask,
Killing himself with a gun.