Got called a horrible evil monster thing

I got called a man a million times, a transvestite, evil, the most horrible person. A murderer for somebody I loved that died in my arms... Every part of my looks, ugly, horrible or transvestite. My voice? Just my normal voice screaming and evil apparently. Me? A horrible person they never want to see again. A thing... an unemotional brick wall that is uncaring and unloveable. For living my own life... I'm just so done...