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 out our name We want recognition, but it is always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we flirt In IM's 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 those we can trust Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.   Author Unknown (Poem found 1995) Photo Unknown