Paper Pareidolia

Here is a little about this poem. I know it's not a short story, but it's a poem I wrote that I really love. Pareidolia is a word that describes how sometimes we see/hear things that look/sound like something else (Example: seeing a cloud that's shaped like a boat, or when playing a part of song backwords, it sounds like a legitamate phrase.) So, please enjoy this poem I wrote :)

I have friends with paper smiles,
They sit there waiting all the while,
They stare at me, don't look away,
Come here now, let us go play.
Hear the music? Hear the notes?
Hear the screaming from their throats?
Come here now, let us go play,
My paper friends are here to stay.
They sit there waiting with their smiles,
They laugh at me with all my trials,
I play the music so they can't tell,
It's pareidolia straight from Hell.
I need your help, don't be late,
I have to be saved from this horrible fate,
My paper friends are after me,
Its up to you to help me flee.
I have friends with paper smiles,
They stare at me all the while,
I beg for help, but nobody comes,
Looks like game time is finally done.