Stress post-stress

Twinkle, twinkle little star!
Why was I was stressed when the only thing I did wrong was to be myself? Chop into my flesh and mind, adjust my emotions in order to become reasonable. If reasonable means taking a self-evident and acceptable shape, lightened to the climax of such visibility that  even the blindest could see, then I would become a recurrent shape in the social cubist painting. So, stress me until all my curves and shadows become right angles!