We sit and we type and we stare at our screens

We all have to wonder what it possibly means

With our mouse we roam, through the room 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 its always the same

We give kisses and hugs and sometimes flirt

In IM's 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 screens, 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 if 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's crazy, the truth still remains

They are *Friends Without Faces* with odd little names.