Tilted and a tiny bit tarnished

You dont see it
If you do
You're hiding it.
You're an angel
Walking among us.
Your halo is
A little tilted
And a tiny bit tarnished.
You got a wing
Missing a few too many
Feathers
The other is full
And vibrant
You polish your pitchfork
Until then fire lights
The world.
Glitter up your horns
And sparkle with
Your devilish grin
And embrace the misfit family.