We sit and
we type, and we stare at our screens;
We all have to wonder what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through chat 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.
Sometimes we form groups, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name;
We want recognition, and we offer 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.
Chatting with these friends, we feel free and bold;
Telling them 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's as 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 computer, and to those we can trust.
Even though it seems crazy, the truth still remains.
They're Friends Without Faces, with odd little names.
