Introspection

All this introspection is doing me no good,
I sit I dissect myself until I draw blood.
I constantly probe what's inside,
Until what I am is understood.
Locked inside a looking glass
Dissecting everything from my past.
Asking so many questions
Hating not knowing the answers
Having to cut myself deeper inside to know.
You study me from your highchairs
You watch as I introspect
You watch
And stare.
The force of the urge to discover why
Pulling your magnifying glass deeper inside
To rummage the contents of my mind.
All this introspection is doing me no good,
I sit and dissect myself until I draw blood
And you wont stop me
Until what I am
To you
Is understood.