Metamorphosis of the Soul

I woke as a stranger in my own skin,

A quiet betrayal from the marrow within.

Fingers stretched into something grotesque,

The mirror laughed—"You’re not who you expect."

I shuffle through rooms where shadows mock,

Every step, a creak, a jolt, a shock.

The walls breathe secrets I cannot decode,

Their whispers weaving a suffocating ode.