This is called "All I see"

[US poet]

I look at myself and I can't help but dwell on all of my problems,
as I inspect myself from top to bottom,
and every little flaw,
every little spec,
I start to notice as it's proportions,
are all distorted,
from my perspective,
and it affects me internally,
where I apply these visual complications,
to cause me to second guess myself,
and I hate when any of them get addressed,
because then I start to second guess,
if I should wear that outfit,
should I even go out to clear my head,
or was it even worth leaving today?
I just want to go through one moment,
where none of this is an issue,
but I don't know if I'll ever get through,
these thoughts that keep me from feeling exceptional,
and to feel any other way is purely hypothetical,
as long as all I can see,
is what's standing there in front of me.

[sup]

Well written!