Do We All Question Ourselves? Poem by ReubenJames Rodriguez

Questions lead to problems,
Problems lead to solutions,
Solutions lead to who we are,
Who we are brings questions to others,
Everyday we ask ourselves, 'Who are we? '
We are nothing but hollow shells waiting to find our path in what we
call our life.
We are creatures of confusion,
Some with morals others with cruelty,
We say we're intelligent,
Yet we kill among each other,
Panic at anything, and abuse anything weaker than us.
Some of us believe in Gods,
Others don’t,
Why are we so different?
Are we all the same inside?
Do we love to be loved?
Do we hate the haters?
Do we kill for fun?
Or do we save for self-esteem,
What is the true meaning of the human race?
It’s nothing but a jointed word created by the empty shells that have a some what intelligence,
Maybe we aren’t the smartest creatures ever,
Maybe were the least,
Once you’re able to find your path,
Then you are a whole, with intelligence, and self-honor.
Till then we are nothing but empty sea shells,
Waiting to find ourselves in the dark whole of mystery.