The helper

I've always wanted to be chosen to have someone say her she's the one that I want I know I would be happy with her but I'm not that kind of person Instead I'm the person that helps The one that shows you where to find your person leading everyone off onto their own paths running down colorful pathways into the sunset with someone holding their hand laughing as they confide relieve and comfort themselves in that person but i stay always remaining right where I am never moving because as much as I fought it I'm slowly forgiving the world for making me the helper part of the undeserving