Wrong?

Description bit too long so read it below:

So today, while walking home I've come across yet another person who bothered to abuse a stranger like me. He greeted me with "Good morning fatso!" He probably had no idea how such things kill me or that it has pushed me into depression and SI over the past years so I forgave him and unlike the usual days when this would lead me into more self-hate, this time I'm fighting it.

People walk by me
And give the odd looks
Like I was a freak of nature
By the way their heads shook

There weren't many things
I feel different about
But every now and then
My wrongness gives a shout

The way I breath in
Feels different from the others
And though I've turned around
Their judgment still bothers

Author's Note

It's quite personal. But in the end who cares? It made me feel better.