The grass is always greener

What is perfect?
something I'm not
so just stop judging me
i bet that you'll get caught

not everything is so great
not everything is fine
barely anything has gone right
this can't be fixed by time

now i wish you would just back off
give my shattered world some space
i wont come out to see you
not for your warm embrace

think you know what's up?
in this broken world of mine
i wonder if you can see
through this hazy shine.

but now you read this poem
and it happened all over again
i think that you should read it twice
maybe that will help explain