We sit and we type
and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder,
What this possibly means?
We chat with each other,
We share 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
And offer the same.
We give kisses and hugz and sometimes we flirt,
In rooms we chat deeply
and reveal why we hurt.
We form friendships but 'why',
is a thing we don't know,
Though most of them flounder,
Some flourish and grow.
Why is it that on screen we can all be so bold,
Telling our secrets
That we have never told?
Why is it we share those deep 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 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Although it is crazy,
The truth still remains,
They are the friends without faces and with odd little names.
