The Observer

Feel free to interpret this any way you want. It's just a weird little piece of prose I wrote in my free time.

I am the observer
I watch, but do not speak
And I see what you do
You acknowledge me, yes
But pay me no mind
As you go about your own business, yes
And do not realize what I've done

See, it doesn't take much to learn of a person
By action and appearance
Showing yourself how you want to
But underneath the surface, yes
You are someone different entirely
Like a treasure buried on the shore
Gone until someone's tomorrow
And finds where it's buried, yes
Though you may not know it is gone

I am patient with you
I do not rush to dissect your mind
But wait until a moment of weakness
When I snag it from you, yes
You are spilled open and broken
And I take that advantage to learn
Like a scientist of thought
I hypothesize and watch, yes
For you are my project

And when I am done with you
I do not simply toss you away
For I am never finished
I am always on task, yes
And all the while you are clueless
For I am just another face to you
You will never know
Until now, yes
You have never known

Author's Note

How do you interpret this?