The Rubber Room

I'm stuck inside this villanelle    
( I should've tried a triolet)    
there's no peace in these foreign dells    
I'm stuck inside this villanelle,
    
I'm confused now, it's hard to tell...    
a Villanelle or roundelay?    
am I inside a villanelle    
Sonnet or some DAMN triolet!    
    
Released, free from my villanelle    
( madness can sneak up day by day)    
the stress and strain, a telling bell,    
Release Thyself From Villanehell!    
    
A little voice inside me yells    
" a habit forming drug, they say"    
am I stuck inside villanelles    
Sonnet or, too far gone to say?    
    
I'm in a dark and rubber room    
it's peaceful now, my screaming ceased,    
I lie quietly in my womb    
as quiet as the coming tomb,

Inside my head a nagging tune
some octosylabical beast
it has me crooning to the moon
inside my head this nagging tune.