Conundrum

I think maybe I show too much empathy

Programmed to care distorts my destiny

My motivations mean I often put myself last

It’s the way it’s always been, though there is joy in the repast

Does it mean I lack the ability to be truly me

Or does it show I am happy with myself, able to see

Is it comprise, or self sellout

Balance or washedout

Love oneself is the mantra

That’s certainly part of life’s chapter

Loving self should expand the love I have to give

Life’s a riddle, with no clear solution forthwith

I learn, I grow, I slip, I slide

Happiness important in this life I ride

Life’s a conundrum

The minds construction