We sit & we type,& we stare at our screens
We all hve 2 wonder, wat diz possibly means.
Wif our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking 4 sumthing or some1, as we sit in a daze.
We chat wif each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, & gang up on our foes
We wait 4 somebody, 2 type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We do form friendships-but-why we dont know
But some of these friendships, will flourish & grow.
Why is it on screen, we can b so bold
Telling our secrets, tat hve never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we cant see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all hve our problems, & need some1 2 tell.
We cant tell real people, but tell some1 we must
So we turn 2 the puter & 2 those we can trust
Even thought it is crazy,the truth still remains
They r frens without faces & odds little names
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