FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens.
With our mouses we roam through rooms in a maze,
We chat with each other, we share all our woes.
We wait for somebody to type out our names.
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt,
We form friendships but why is a thing we don't know.
Why is it that on screen we can all be so bold,
Why is it we share those deep thoughts in our mind
The answer is simple. It's as clear as a bell.
We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must,
Even though it's crazy, the truth still remains.
- Author unknown
Ode To The Friends We Chat With On The Internet
We all have to wonder what this possibly means.
looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze.
Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes.
We want recognition and offer the same.
in rooms we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt.
Though most of them flounder, some flourish and grow.
telling our secrets that have never been told?
with those we can't see as though we were blind?
We all have our problems and need someone to tell.
so we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
They are friends without faces and with odd little names.
