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