What Are We Really Made Of?

You break me apart, trying to see who I am
You could look with your microscopes and prod me until I bleed, but you still won't understand.
You smash and tear, breaking all of these (atomical) bonds 
But the answers quite clear, hasn't it donned upon you? 
That: I am not an question that needs an answer. I am that I am. I am stars. Unquantifiable.