Voicing the Unheard

When will I be taken seriously?

For, no matter what state,

The words that I say

Carry no weight.

How much longer do I have to wait,

Until my cries merit a single taste?

Doubting often is what I’ve become.

Never knowing what it will take showing

To justify my feelings that night.

I wish not to fight,

But all my pleas are met with might;

So, it is as you say.

Let me rest in dismay.