I.
Such a simple pronoun but always slapped with the label of selfish.
Even though I just want to bring others happiness and not myself, and I can't help it.
I.
Always looked at as ugly and conceded, but while you were sitting there and judging I was helping he and she with what they needed.
I.
Wanting to support others and let them feel accomplished, forgetting about my ambitions and what I truly wanted.
I.
Pushing my desires and dreams to the depths of me, so that I could try and help my friends and family discover their vision so they could finally see.
I.
Expecting to receive the same help that I had passed out for other people's dreams, but when I put them in the air nobody is there as they fall incomplete.
I.
Now discovering the sad, dark truth, that just because you want others to be happy doesn't mean they wish the same for you.
I.
Keep my head up trying to keep the rhythm to my rhyme, and when a person I've helped falls again something is different this time.
I.
Let them hit the ground because that's how I grew, but they look at it as betrayal as they say "I never knew you".
I.
Want to take the time and thank that person because now I can finally stop and see and cherish my friends and family who are truly there for me.
I.
Know the number may be small but I'm just fine with that, I'll still catch them all when they fall because I know they still have my back.
I.
Know that is a gift and one that is oh so hard to find. Real people that not only watch their back, but also keep an eye on mine.
