What is that, that is not without me

What is that, that is not without me.
A soul and a spirit that is so -
diverged,
diverted,
divulged,
in the fake worldly wills.

Nowhere do i stand.
Neither here nor there.

Twenty four seven,
my thoughts run around ; I'll sleep over it,
seeking answers from the darkest abyss.

A reflection of an amateur.
A new mirror in front of  me,
An art of imperfections !