Click click.

I've been working on myself.
Yes, I've been working on myself.
I've been working hard, I've been working hard.
I've been working hard? Or hardly working? 
I've been dismantling.
Finding out which gear connects to which.
Reaching my hand down inside
and feeling around for the source
of that repetitive click
click
click
I've got that nervous tick in hand,
its mystery neatly resolved.
One down, and, ten million more to go.
I wonder if they show.
In my demeanor.
In my atmosphere.
I've been working on myself 
yes, I've been working hard
I've been pounding, and pounding, and pounding away, 
at the things inside
that make me go.
Am I fixed yet?
Have I undone the damage you did to me?
No.
No.