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