The X Factor.

In sterile halls where shadows fall,
My weary body heeds no call.

Familiar faces, blurred and strange,
Connections fray, a shifting range.

Where once emotions danced in vibrant hues,
Now veiled in mist, their shades confuse.

Imagine the body's like a factory, and sugar is its fuel. Normally, insulin acts like a key, unlocking cells to let sugar in for energy.

The body once a vessel strong,
Now whispers tales of right and wrong.

Where once paths ran clear and bright,
Now memories flicker, fading light.