The Loud Mute Poem by Michelle Hanes

Why can't I talk a word or speak a sentence?
With you, my voice is a loud mute that's ignored eternally.
I feel as light as an iron feather, as bright as dusk.
Like a dawn in the North Pole, that never comes.
I'm always outshined by the dusk that never ends.
You overspeak and underlisten convinced all words are lies.
Excuses are your excuse yet your hypocrisy never dies.
I need my spotlight for once in my life so I can shine.
I want to speak, to shout, to sing, without all the judging.
I want to make my point as loud as I want without the silencers.
I want to become the lion's roar and the elephant's trumpet.
No longer do I want to be drowned out by the dog's barks.
She barks all day and I can't help but act like a cat over it.
She's all bark and no bite, yet I'm afraid to get bit.
I can't help but believe as I weep and grieve.
That I'm truly that mute little weakling.
Never speak up, always stand down, as I'm kicked while on the ground.
I have dreams of standing up that remain fantasies.
I can't help but let my head be filled.
My sponge picks up sewage as I try to survive.
I try to connect the cords but the wire's already live.
O'er all the years, I cower as she leers, looking deep in my soul.
For judging I fail, when taken I flail, for that's all a weakling can do.
I'm doomed as the loud mute that's ignored eternally.