We sit and we type, we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the sites in a maze
Looking for 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's always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships but why we don’t know
Some of these friendships will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share the thought 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 those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, with odd little names.