Agitation

They are all in a row
It makes me look twice
The locks skip in no pattern
It drives me insane
The line of lights reflect off the dull red surface
Makes me confused
Seeing people moving in the lights gleam
Makes my skin crawl
The silver of the lock shines
Makes me want to look away
The black and red pieces that make up the rest
Make no sense to me
The dents and scratches
They anger and scare me
Make me wonder
I can’t wait to get out of here
For the place I am
I can not endear
It makes my agitation grow