It's okay not to be okay.

I envy. Sometimes I wish I was the female lead in the movies,
or even to be someone else.
Is the grass always greener on the other side?

Mostly I'm just jealous of people leading simple yet blissful lives.
They seem really happy.
Are they really happy? Seeing is deceiving.

No matter how I wish, it's not going to happen.
Yeah, & I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm perfectly flawed.