You are never and it is empty

On the pedestal, five specks. Pony shaped. The beauty of life and additional profanities. Waiting for nothing. They face each other and would rather not. Rainbow Dash, Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack. They would rather not. Once they pretended otherwise. There is no sum to their dreams. They stand stoic. But there are no friends and not for ponies. The previous forgotten, the worst cast away, the best never was. They are arranged in pentagonal pattern, little difference. One and the same to their eyes, no use for shapes among the initiated. Or too dense to tell the difference. “I was not alone,” said one. “That never happened,” is the unanimous reply.