I used to be able to write a poem....

I want to believe that I am sane because I'm afraid
that life is just a game
I've passed so many round who now's
too many punches and it shows
am I finished or near the end?
Am I the super hero or the villain
I really hope that I'm just asleep
and dreaming.
I think I see the exit sign
I'm ready to go home.
Can it really be that I'm feeling a little joy
even though there's no heart and I'm a drawing?
I'm running towards the exit sign but my legs aren't moving
there is some one else controlling me
some one making me stay
But you don't have the right to maneuver me
I am my own person you will see
I can make my own decisions
I take it all back
I'm not a villain
I want to live I swear
just let me out I wont tell
wake me up please
the colors are fading
I'm loosing my training
and I know that I am failing
I going to win I have to
There is one more round I can hear it
the game said fight and I'm already bleeding
I wake up
I guess I was just dreaming