perspective

I look into the mirror.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.