The moment I do something right, something wrong happens in the process. So what am I?

I'm just lost in inferior place, disguising compromising, just depriving spiritual taste, I'm face to face with reflection of my section, affection, ain't the thing I'm now inspecting, so I'm helping my exit, in my complexion, I'm electing they control all my dreams, so call me nuisance cause intruding plays us not how it seems, a triple beam weighs the scheme of my conscience tonight, so by low levels, I am proved as wrong, when will I be right?