Projection?

I'm new here but here is a poem to my son (not given)

Projection

You ask for my opinion;
When will I see the light?
No matter what it is I say
You think I start a fight.

We have two different view points
But you seem to have confused
One’s voicing her opinion
With you being accused.

It is not about what’s right or wrong
Nor of the weak or of the strong
Opinion is not ridicule
Unless presented to be cruel.

Should our points of view diverge
Why do you give in to the urge
To deem a comment a demand.
Then feel the need to take a stand?

Attacking me in such ways
The cuts stay with me many days
My goal is simply to converse
Not prove you wrong, your views perverse.

I feel this question I must raise
Do you just value those who praise?
Someone must lose so you can gain?
You were not raised to be so vain.