MithraPride

We sit and we type and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through rooms in a maze
Looking for something as we sit in a daze
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 and reveal why we hurt.

We do form some friendships - but why - we dont know,
Though some of them flounder some 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's 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 it is crazy, the truth still remains,
They are friends without faces, with odd little names.

~Thomas Teague~

That's a great poem o.O Where did you manage to dig that up?

I dunno, I somehow got my hands on it 5+ years ago. I think someone posted it on Meridian 59's news globe and I copied it over to word like I have with many jokes and other things I liked.

I'm really not into poems usually, and have never really found any of em to mean much to me. But this one just sticks out to me. I guess its cause I'm on the net so much, hehe.