Esteem?

I’ll be on the sidelines at parties,
In corners of pubs, you’ll find me.
I won’t approach you cold-blooded,
you’re out of my league; 
don’t you see?

I won’t say a word when you’re talking,
even though you will interrupt me.
I won’t be the first to suggest things
but will probably be first to agree.
 
I’ll open the door for you kindly,
I’ll let you in front in a queue.
You won’t lift a finger to help me
But I’ll bend over backwards for you.

I’ll quietly let you upstage me
And then hold a torch up for you.
You’ll take the applause for my leg-work
After all, credit where credit is due.
 
I’ll never equal your stature,
The right that was given at birth,
But revel now in your stardom,
For the meek shall inherit the Earth.