Locks

I rub my eyes past midnight
My desire to respond so intense
Squelched like a child's hand upon a firefly
When I encounter your first line of defense

Praying for mistaken identity --
Perhaps a slip of my hand?
I attempt to reenter the doorway's sanctity
But am unable to move where I stand

Guards are flashing RED
My cheeks are flushed the same
My mind is racing ahead
My heart is covered with shame

I'm not on the inside looking out
The key won't fit the lock
I'm the ship among other boats
Tied to someone else's dock

My watery eyes look away
My shaking hands won't cooperate
I tell myself that's enough for today
Too melancholy now to investigate

Locks and bars represent lack of trust
Now I wonder if that's how you feel about us