Friends without faces

We sit an we type and we stare at our screen.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means
We chat with each other, we share 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 and offer the same
We give kisses and hugs and sometimes we flirt,
In rooms we chat deeply an reveal why we hurt.
We form friendships but why is a thing we don`t know,
Though most often founder some will flourish and grow.

Why is it that on screnn, we can all be so bold,
Telling our secrets that have never been told?
Why is it we share those deep though in our mind
With those we can`t see, as though we were blind?

The answer is simple, it`s as clear as a bell.
We all have pur 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 it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are friends without faces, and with odd little names.