The Life of a Serial Mistress

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