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 together we go.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name,
We want recognition, as a face we can't see.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt,
At times 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 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 computer, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are Friends Without Faces, with odd little names.

Grateful we are, that we have these friends,
for the days and nights have no end.

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