You're a mystery

a puzzle

five-thousand pieces large.

A problem needing solving

a challenge for years to come.

Puzzling, confusing

you don't say half of what you mean.

There's something hidden

closely guarded.

You're nothing like what you seem.

You're frustrating, agitating

yet intriguing all the same.

You're competitive, determines

but the world is not a game.

I hate you

yet I'd never

wish ill on you, not once.

I don't know

there's something about you.

I'd like to find out

just what.