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.