Well, I'm deep today

Sometimes, I'm scared that I'm not good enough. That I'm too unique, that I look at the world in a different way from everyone else.
Other people worry me. They all seem to be so in control, so full of confidence and to be capable of doing things, of interacting with others, of living a life full of happiness and success. They never seem to have a moment of self-doubt, to never falter mid-sentence, to never take the wrong turning. They have the right clothes,the right make-up, go to the right parties, are seen with the right boys at the right times. They are perfection.
Whereas I, I have friends who I love beyond anything, clothes that are odd, but suit me, no make-up, don't go to parties, but do visit conventions and have picnics, know boys who aren't the right boys, but are the nicest boys... I'm not perfection, but I'm happy.
And I guess that deep down, under that foundation and Topshop, all these perfect girls, the alien ones that I can't understand, are just like me. They worry about things too...and I think that I'm happier than them. I don't have the pressure to be perfect, to conform. They do.
Then I look at the world and I don't worry anymore; everyone else is just muddling along too.