Lost

"Believe me there are souls poorer than you!" comforting myself I say 

But the mirror knows it all...

My soul weeps as it says, "okay!?"

Wondering if the scars it bears are normal...

"Alas, this is the best you can do", the devil says as it pats my shoulder 

Observing it all since long

Forced to show sympathy to my continued efforts,

"Unacknowledged efforts are hard to deal with..." I wonder looking at the sky

 Where have I led myself

"....Are you still you?" he asks continuing 

Looking at my soulless eyes he gasps, "LOST"