Every Age, Every Stage, fit into society. At 5 a cool lunchbox, and a large box of crayons, 15 thin, attractive and popular. 21, curvy, party day and night. 35 married with two or three children. What about those that bend or break the social norm. What if I am the one to shatter society. I am not the norm, I am the crepet one, the one who cannot hear and is blind to things that cause blinding. Bending? Being held? Longing? Living? Bending, was not meant over a toilet, or face near to the ground as if to lick it before someone else's feet. Being held, I can hold my own. Longing, for what love?, or for my success. Living, it seems as if everyone else is living, working to live. Attractive and thin, glasses, frizzy hair and a book worm, uncoordinated and slow. Shapely, rectangularly yes. I will not bend to satisfy you, or to gain your respect, I will not bend to give more of myself than I need to.. You shall bend to me because I am the future of this society.