MY
FRIEND WITHOUT A FACE
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 the rooms in a maze
Looking
for something of 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 flirt
In
IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We
do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But
some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why
is it on the screen, 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
anwer is simple, it is 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 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even
though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They
are Frineds Without Faces, and odd little names.
My
Friend without a "face" how much I appreciate you.
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