We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,

We can’t help but wonder what all of this means.

With mouse in hand …we roam through this maze,

On an infinite search…lost in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes

At times we’ll band together to gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name

We want recognition, but it is always the same.

Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don’t know,

But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we’ll flirt,

In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,

Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,

We all have our problems

We can’t tell real people, but tell someone we must

So we turn to our computers …and to those we can trust.

Even though it sounds crazy…the truth still remains,

Most of my “friends” have no faces…and odd little names.

Adapted from “Friends Without Faces” by Tom Teague