I Despise It

I can’t digest it, but I must, forced to the stepped on and spat on, my ideals and my thoughts I see no great dawn, only the darkness of rage - accept it I must, captive in my cage NO! – accept it I’ll not! I’ll not live in a cage, nor will I fear the darkness of rage nor be stepped on or spat on or worse, my pride a gift or maybe a curse I despise, it I hate it It hates me back, these thoughts and ideals, which ones do I trust? I despise it I do, but digest it I must