~Friends Without Faces~

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouses we roam, through rooms in a maze
Looking for something as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type our name
We want recognition, but it's always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We tend to form friendships, but why we don't know
And some of these friendships will flourish and grow.

Why on our screens can we 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, and it's 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 our comps, and to those we can trust.

Even though it's silly, the truth still remains
They are friends without faces, and odd little names.