Checkmate

I have lived days to years in a chess game,
One of many soldiers, who stood in line,
Trained and suppressed, subject to self-restraint
Dominating every particular soul
As no one dares to make a petite hum.
I have known the essence of dreadfulness,
Encouraging speeches bosses heeded,
Discussing strategies they learned to train
To make others feel completely useless
As tutored employees stand in their lines.
I have stood my ground under a command
Standing between the king and enemies,
Ready to defend the king with my life,
Where black and white squares are the one constant
As time itself stops to witness the scene.  
I knew the enemy was advancing
As soldiers took defensive positions
While the hostile enemy got closer,
Even when both sides knew they were the same,
Evenly matched with their combat power.
None outnumbered like a hostile nation,
Lasting several hours without a loss,
This battle depended on strategy,
Both sides grew tired of vitality
As the knights joined the offensive battle.
The soldiers gazed upon the opponent,
Attempting to seize the distant castle,
As one by one the soldiers fell on squares,
The leaders were desperate for casualty
As each called their last resorts for killing.  
I have lived downfall of a wounded knight
While bosses were bearing horrible news
Ordering soldiers to degrade themselves
While knowing that no one would take a stand
As the boss looks back at his proud castle.
I have been working since the first battle
Until the echo of swords ruled my boss  
As freedom devoured unhappy days
While I gripped my trusted sword with both hands
To progress down other black and white squares.
The assassin should never be surprised
That the king was expecting an assault
And the quicker he dies, the more lives saved,
Opponents seized the chance and delivered
As the king fell on the ground motionless.
My opponent was gripping his king tight
For he felt betrayed by one he called friend,
Yet his enemy was his ignorance,    
The battle had stopped when I said “Checkmate.”
My voice pulled him back into the real world.
My life is series of wins and losses
While I pick up pieces from the chess board  
With “good game” “better luck next time” phrases,
Shaking his hand like I shook the bosses
Still I know that the opponent is me.