Metamorphosis

Hunched forward, I look down With pen to paper, Hoping to turn things around, Become a little wiser. I know that to save myself, I should write down my thoughts And pray that its enough; I'm about to turn into someone I'm not. Are these four walls the only friends That care to stick around As my shadow bends And slowly dies down? Is there an entity out there That would notice if I changed? I wonder if there's a soul out there That would notice something strange.