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 mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or 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 our name
We want recognition, but it is 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
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling out 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, it is 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´s crazy, the truth still remains
They´re Friends Without Faces, and odd little names