What you don't know is...

 You look at me with curiosity.
There´s something I have, you just don´t understand.
Elegance and agreeableness in doses as currency.
I won´t crawl under the magnifying glass.

You cannot see what I am, no satisfaction.
It gives a girl no peace to be left guessing.
Men like me don´t crave interaction.
Some of us turn to internal conversation.

You want to get to the bottom to the heal.
The confusing nature of me is ideal.
Moments you long to comprehend.
Disfunctional relationship with self.

Swelling up when you are all alone, hunkering down glum.
Hungering company, hungering someone else´s opinion.
Coming to the same incomplete conclusions about me.
Perplexed at your own need to somehow speak to me.

Anchored into that sweet society the skin and smile some admire.
My life's that enigma a closed contract a done deal,.
What you don't know about me is something I'd never reveal.
You'd be gone with all mystery, but I prefer to see you kneel.