We sit and we type, and we stare at our scrrens – 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 out our name – We want recognition but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes 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 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 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 to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains – They are friends without faces, and odd little names.
To all of you friends the best.
Anonymous
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