Who am I?

You ask me who I am? I am the one who always sits in the back rows, the one who you will never find in the middle of the picture, the one who you find in the quiet corner sitting in complete calm and silence, I am the one who you will always find thanking you for ordinary things and apologizing to you for situations that do not require an apology, the one who beautifies his friends and tells people how loyal and faithful they are to make them feel loved even if they are not as beautiful as he tells people about them, I am the last look in moments of separation, and the one who asks for one last chance before the relationship ends, I am the crazy one who no matter how much he swears not to forgive just because he hears kind and nice words, he returns and forgives simply and easily as if he did not swear, I am the one who is always accused of evil and does not defend himself, not because he is wrong but because he is not good at defending himself, the naive one who when he has opportunities for revenge He retreated in fear of hurting them, I am the one who constantly thinks about their comfort and happiness, I am the one who supports them when they are in dire need of support, who backs them up while they sway between life and death, who reassures them while they tremble, the one who is satisfied with the least from them rather than accept too much from others, he is the one who always waits, I am always the weaker side in social relationships, I am the one who always feels alienated, I am the one who laughs a lot, I am the middle, the deadly middle, my friend, between the cruelty and old age of my mind and the childhood of my heart.