The speaker wants to drop a mask and tell someone, "I am here," but can't. The poem suggests this is an online friendship: the speaker chats every day and tries to keep the other person talking and happy, yet believes the person on the other side has only met a performance. The "lie" is the cheerful version of themselves, and the speaker fears that showing the real one would cause disappointment and make the friend leave.
The feeling is a tangle of longing, shame and self-doubt. "I am a loser, right?" reads like a question the speaker already answers in their own mind. The apology, repeated at the end, sounds worn down rather than dramatic. Calling themselves "just a single depression girl" shrinks their own pain, and the wish for the friend to be happy "even without me" is tender but also sad, as if they have already accepted being left. The broken lines and plain, slightly uneven English make it feel like a quiet, honest confession typed in a hurry.