Perspectives - Vol. 4, No. 4 - Friends Without Faces (a poem)Anonymous Updated: Nov 1st 1999 We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens,
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouses 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 out our woes,
Small groups we do form, and gang up on foes. We wait for someone, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it's always the same ! We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt,
In IMs we feel deeply, and reveal why we hurt ! It's true we form friendships, but why, we don't know.
Though some of these friendships, will flourish and grow ! Why is it on screen, that we are so bold ?
Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is 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 'puter', and those that we trust ! Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are Friends Without Faces and Odd Little Names ! Reference:
Anonymous (1999). Friends Without Faces (a poem) [Online]. Perspectives. [1999, November 1]. | 
