Analysis of Perversity

What is this thing you blatantly speak of
This cruelty you choose to call honesty
You say it is the truth, without a doubt
I think it's a need for perversity

You speak of me as if time has stood still
Pushed me into a mold of your making
Made a list of things you say I've done wrong
Then tell me I'm the one who needs waking

Having never learned to fight or play fair
You always go for the throat without thought
You lack control over the depth you go
And feel no remorse for the pain you've brought

You tell yourself it's just the way you are
As if there's not a way for you to change
You turn things around, put the blame on me
And shout it's me who should be rearranged

You cut or bite without any warning
Then twist and turn words to suite your own need
I could deal with this from an outsider
Instead of you always needing to hurt me