Carly!! You've done it! Dactylic meter, and beautifully done too... so beautifully done, in fact, that I had to read this a few times just so I didn't lose myself in the flow.
Now I think I've gotten it... it's a poem about vanity and desire, and how it "transforms" you towards the undesirable. You've drawn a picture of a haughty, self-righteous woman soaking in a bath and pretending she's royalty, "pretending to sip" and "reading by peppermint" - all in the name of image and luxury that isn't true, but seems true.
You know your poetry doesn't just blow me away... it knocks me down and kicks me in the ribs a few times, and then I run away.
It's amazing the effect ice can have on the world.