We sit in wonder,at the words we see.
With our mouse we search,through the net which seems a maze.
Looking for something or someone,as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other,we type all our woes.
Small familys are formed, and stick up for our foes.
We wait patiently for someone to type out our name.
To be noticed as equal but not the same.
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes flirt,
In Im's we chat privately and reveal all our hurt.
We form friendships for many reasons unknown,
But hopefully these friendships will flourish and grow.
Why is it on line we can be so bold
We tell our secrets,some that were never told.
Why is it we share,the thoughts in our minds.
with those who cant see us as though we are blind.
The answer is true and simple and clear,
We all have our problems to share.
We cant tell real people ,but to tell someone we must.
So we turn to our online friends to the ones we can trust.
It may sound crazy,but the truth that remains,
Is They Are Friends Without Faces with odd little names.
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