I am a pebble, stare at me, then judge me
Mock my brittle edges with your sharp gaze
And tell me how I look unattractive
That I look foolish and insane

Dried leaves carried me
Away from other gravels, whom
I wished to recognize these, I--
Should be belonging in their reign

Disregard my trembling fingers
For my derisible names
Because the norms would often tell me
I am probably not missed

Still, I see myself in that table
Beside pretty ornaments
When my money can only afford
A linen coaster of paper planes

At night I pray to God
That maybe they are right
But I will still be faithful, someday,
My longing will come to life