Subjugated

I'm a little distracted,
Been trying to read;
Something keeps turning my head,
Blocking the centering I need.

I'm a little annoyed,
The focus is all gone;
Something impossible to ignore,
But concentration still not drawn.

I'm a little nervous,
No clear view;
Something more for the ears,
And uncomfortable Deja Vu.

I'm a little aware,
Although senses are beginning to fray;
Something familiar,
In this twisted ballet.

I'm a little frightened,
Because I am getting another forced entry;
Something subjugated,
And the Hail is forced from the Gentry.