FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With out mouse we roam through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other; we type all our woes.
Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt.
In IM's we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships, and why we don't know;
But some of these friendships will flourish and grow.
Why is it online, we can be so bold;
Telling our secrets that have never been told.
Why is it we share the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is clear as a bell.
We all have our problems and need someone to tell.
We can't tell "real" people but tell someone we must;
So, we turn to the "puter" and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are friends without faces and odd little names.

--Author unknown