Roomie Pages

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 hugs and kisses, 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, 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 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though this is crazy, the truth still remains.
They are the Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.