Lexi.exe

booting…

heartbeat lagging…

eyes tired, still online.

⟦ping⟧ “lexi?... you there?”

(whisper: “still here…”)

yeah i’m here…

i’m always here.

behind the screen, i’m holding worlds,

juggling life with digital swirls.

i work all day, then grind all night —

no pause button

in this fight.

they see the leader, calm and clean —

not the girl cracking in‑between.

i forget to eat,

skip hours of sleep,

chasing deadlines

and promises to keep.

nightmares breathing

in empty rooms —

but still i log in,

still i resume.

mask on tight,

yeah, i lead the way —

’cause no one sees

how hard i fray.

(“lexi, what’s next?”)

hang on — i’m loading…

i’m human,

not an endless stream —

but they see the avatar,

not the girl between.

i’m tired,

but i don’t collapse —

i just mute the pain

and tighten the straps.

(whisper: “don’t let it show…”)

i’m lexi.exe,

behind the light —

holding chaos

even when i’m not alright.

barely sleeping,

rarely still —

but i keep the squad

moving uphill.

i’m the glitch queen,

not a machine —

just a girl who bleeds

behind the screen.

tired eyes,

mind on fire —

they see my strength,

not the strain behind.

real world hits hard,

but i don’t break —

work by day,

then grind ’til late.

i hide the pain

for the clan’s sake —

masks by noon,

vigilante dreams

under the moon.

notifications buzzing nonstop —

the world doesn’t end,

i just hit “top.”

i laugh in chat,

stay warm, stay kind —

they don’t see the storms

behind my mind.

they see my steady,

see my grace —

not the weight i hide

off‑interface.

(soft echo: “lexi?... you good?”)

yeah… just glitching.

my smile is coded,

my strength is learned —

i show up for others

while my energy burns,

while i drown alone.

but i don’t quit,

even when i shake —

my silence is a shield

no one can take.

(whisper: “keep going…”)

i’m lexi.exe,

behind the light —

two lives tangled

every night.

forgetting meals,

forgetting sleep,

losing myself

in the promises i keep.

i’m the glitch queen,

not a machine —

just a girl with a heart

behind the screen.

i’m lexi.exe,

just a hidden routine —

soft but scarred

behind the screen.

strong but hurting,

tired but keen —

the unseen girl

holding it all

beneath the sheen.

// system truth:

she cries offline.

she laughs in chat.

she breaks in silence.

she still comes back.

masked vigilante

in her own head —

saving others

while she’s half-dead.

(soft whisper: “you got this… keep going…”)

i’m lexi.exe,

living double lines —

one full of shadows,

one that shines.

i carry the noise,

carry the team —

even when i’m burning

in the unseen stream.

but i’m still here,

still unseen —

soft, strong, human —

behind the screen.

logging out…

but not really.

mask slipping…

(“queen… see you soon?”)

yeah…

you always do.