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Subject: I Used to Worry what People Thought...

Author:
Lori S. Maynard

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Date Posted: 12:10:51 01/24/02 Thu
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I used to worry what people thought of me.
I was worried that I was too plain, or alone is what they'd see.
It took several years to convince my mind that I don't give a damn.
I live a life I want to, and I am happy with who I am!

I worked in a carnival, and worked in an iron foundry.
I worked in offices, and in some pretty tough factories.
I worked in lighting, and I worked to pay my rent.
I am just who I am, no celebrity is spent.

I'm sitting in my chair now, doing simple things.
Writing poetry and living life, is about all that they days do bring.
I am just a quiet being, happy enough to live alone
but grateful I have someone, and have comfortably grown.

I turn my eyes up to the sky, and then I hesitate.
I wonder what is up there, and if it's worth the wait.
But then I concentrate on the corn, it's now dried and cracking fine.
I don't want to be like the fields when my life's to the end of the line.

I've been in wrecks, I've been in plays, I've been in several bands.
I was in 4-H when I was little and held my parents' hands.
I know some mistakes I've made before and I've learned from each painful one.
And I hope that you'll have nice words for me, when my life is finally done.

I've done good deeds and been kind to people who I've met.
I'd go without eating to help someone pay a debt.
I've written songs that no one will ever hear.
I believe in better days, though my future's not so clear.

There was a time when I worried what people thought of me,
but I learned it was more rewarding to step away from conformity.
Being popular isn't what it's worth if your heart hurts all the time.
That is why I'm happy being an outcast, cause I lead a life that's only mine.

I wonder what ever happened to those who used to shoot me down.
Last that I heard, they've become mere statistics in a crowd.
I can still wear a smile and it does not look out of place.
I don't care what people think, I live at my own set pace.

�October 18, 2001 Lori S. Maynard

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Subject	Author	Date
Re: I Used to Worry what People Thought...	Morcastlin	12:33:54 01/24/02 Thu

Re: I Used to Worry what People Thought...	Wayne Adams	16:30:02 01/24/02 Thu

Re: I Used to Worry what People Thought...	icyheart	10:51:47 01/25/02 Fri

Re: I Used to Worry what People Thought...	T. Yahraus	20:42:17 02/04/02 Mon