Throw some hate, toss some disregard

I am your shelter. I am your abode, I'll keep you safe and warm. I am an ear if you want to talk. I'll be the tears if you have none, when yours has dried because of the indifferent one. I'll think for you, I'll stress myself. When you're too busy I'll be waiting; I'll keep distance when proximity starts to infuriate you. I'll be the strength when you are weak. When you're defeated I'll be the ransom. I'll be a clown when you are mad or just be here when you are sad. I'll try to fit into my jeans. I'll eat up my pride. I am a paper if you wanted to write. I'll try to dance the brilliant dance knowing there'll be no other chance. And when our sidestepping is over, do you even know who I am. There are times I don't exist. It's not because I can't, It's because you don't want to... I am me, do I have the right?