A Pair of Horns or A Halo?

Day after day,
Time after time,
Told who I am is wrong,
Told I commit a crime.

You're a bitch,
Go to hell,
You don't belong here,
A convincing argument they sell.

Accusations spat out,
Looks overfilled with disgust,
Everything rapid fire,
I've got to learn to adjust.

I'm so very tired,
So many know this,
Take a nap they say,
Oh...how that would be bliss.

Maybe I am a pig,
Maybe I am psychologically crazy,
Maybe I am a piece of shit,
Maybe I am a slut who's sleazy.

Zoning out in places,
Far away from any true home,
Crying on inside to save time,
My walking is more of a roam.

Sunshine loud disposition,
Darkness angry true sided,
Always quick to blame self,
My whole life is lopsided.

Constant raging on faults,
I guess I deserve this hate,
Spit at from all sides,
It's just a random family trait.

My constant headaches get worse,
My body seizes and burns,
My distress relieved by laughter,
My darkness eventually returns.

Why can't I be normal?
I enjoy being different though,
But the constant pressure hurts,
Will it be a pair of horns or a halo?