Poem: The Hidden Life of the Gamer

I'm a gamer.

Nothing I can do about that.

Take away the game,

Take away the heart.

Even though I'm stuck like this,

I don't want to leave.

But maybe,

If I never ended up this way,

My life would be much different.

Sitting in the hallway

Playing on my 3DS.

Waiting for a person

Waiting for them to take notice.

Waiting for them to take interest.

A person passes by.

Another.

Another.

I equally want them to notice

But I don't.

I'm afraid.

Paranoid, I call it.

Paranoia is when you think people are trying to go after you

But that's not what this is about.

For a long time

I have been afraid

I fear that they all hate me

So I hide here

Sitting in the hallway

Playing on my 3DS.

Maybe they'll notice

And I'll return to my twisted reality.

I don't exist

I shall not exist

I never have existed

I never will exist

I want to exist

I don't want to exist

If no one takes notice

Is that really true existence?

Are you real

If no one knows that you are?