Mystery Poem by bob barci

What do ya know
I'm all alone.
What do ya care
you prefer it that way.
What do ya care
if I cry some more.
All you really want
is for me to go.
All you really want
is someone to use.
I said it before
and I'll say it again.
If you wanna find out
what I'm all about
get yourself a seat
and start your asking.
Cause, all ya really know
is I'm usually alone.
I know I've been
the topic of several conversations,
I've overheard some of them, ya know.
Think what you will of me
but you'll never know for sure.
I'll always be somewhat of a mystery to you.
Unless you come right out
and voice your suspicions,
you'll never know for sure.
Do ya think I can't be reached?
Well, how do ya know?
Have ya ever tried?
Maybe you've gone about it all wrong.
Maybe you should have taken it nice and slow.
Do ya think mind games will do ya any good?
What do ya think will wake me up?
Do ya think you know the way I can be reborn?
Well, come on then, and do what you can.
Maybe you'll see in me
something you've never seen before.
Don't keep it to yourself,
kindly tell me what you've seen,
and if you like it, go and pass it on.
Cause I'll always remain a mystery to you
until you fit my pieces together
and find out what I'll all about.