Frenemies

I am standing 

In a den  

Surrounded by 

Cardboard figures. 

Outwardly, they appear 

Cognizant. 

They smile. 

They laugh. 

They beckon me  

To interact. 

As stars 

In the sky 

They stare at me 

But really 

They aspire only to be seen. 

They place themselves  

In my view; 

From afar 

They are shiny bright lights 

Calling to me. 

They desire admiration; 

My regard 

For their existence. 

But the concept of 

Conviviality 

has escaped them. 

And void sets in 

Inevitably.