What am I?

I wrote this poem at a rather hard time in my life. I hope you rate and review my work and as always, enjoy.

Freak, 
wierd, 
strange,
abnormal, 
unnatural,
Monster!

Names the world has referred to me as. 
Born with white hair and silver eyes,
the world seems to be right
about what I am.

Fangs from my mouth
and claws on my hands 
only proves to them 
what a monstrosity
I am

In their eyes, 
I am an abomination
They see the differences 
rather than similarities

They do not know me,
they are not me,
and they will never understand.

I do not believe 
I am unnatural,
a freak,
an abomination.

Here is what I believe

I am different,
I am unique,
I am free,
I am loved
I am me.