I am what I am

There are certain tenets of society with which I do not agree.  Things I wish not to conform to.  Why should I compromise my values, my morals, my feelings, my individuality?!  I understand the hermits, those who scorn society and shut themselves out of it.  Like Heidi's grandfather, give me a cabin on a mountain top and let me be!
As I get older, and watch my hopes, dreams and desires get further and further from my reach, I find myself on a steep decline into darkness, anger, frustration and negativity.  Pretty soon I fear I shall see no light.  This darkness illuminates more and more dissimilarities.  My pet peeves multiply like rabbits in springtime.  As the years go by my animosity grows stronger, more passionate, more obstinate.  There's a deep desire inside me to yell, scream and throw a tantrum of great proportions. I want to slap people into what I consider reality, logic, and the right way of thinking and doing.  Tolerance is a stranger.  Stubbornness is my bed partner.  Inflexibility is knocking on my door, and I fear Arrogance is walking up the drive.