Daddy's Got a Brand New Bag.

My new attitude of being more aggressive and less deferential has taken hold a little, my personality has shown a little change, but only in my family. :( I scream and yell like a madman at home but with strangers I am quiet and meek. My brother complains that it seems that I am always trying to prove a point, and I am. I feel like every moment I breathe I have something to prove. I feel like noone else believes in me, but I do. I feel like everybody laughs at me secretly; well I want to give them reason to laugh - nervously, right before they soil their pants. If I annoy someone or put them off, in the big scheme of things what does it matter? I can't afford to shy away from confrontation anymore. I have got to stand up and take responsibilty and deliver. Before I chose not to talk the talk but attempted to let my walking do my talking. Now I am going to strut. I am not your whipping boy, your dust rag, your door mat, or your toilet paper. In fact, you should take care that you don't become mine. I just thought that I'd let everybody know.