specter?

[CRNDLSM]

We know only what we see, what we hear
And clearly, to you, I am a specter. 'Clearly' is good with 'specter' and 'see'.
Knowing nothing of whom you speak of too much 'of'
Yet you talk with such certainty;
Never even having let me truly speak. It is confusing though, surely they see something to talk so certainly, let me 'truly speak' is like they are hearing something, but I don't know what truly means yet

And now, I must understand you,
Your ambition, your fear, your troubles?
I owe you nothing, for you never gave me
The chance to be discovered as I am.this is another way to say what you said earlier, you never saw me
You never even tried to see.

Instead, you began to conclude, prejudicially
That I am nothing but the other, the outsider oh I thought this was about a sad lover, gaslighting abusive exes but 
That accepting me is corruption,
Is losing a battle, where you force upon us your normalcy
Never even letting yourself truly hear. I can tell you're mad, and I like switching from see to hear to mirror the first line, but maybe I'm not understanding, like you're not talking to me so I'm trying to pick up context clues to know how to feel?

You lie about my wants, my dreams,
To your confidants, to make them hate me
Under false conditions; false pretenses.
Am I the monster you fear, or is it all a lie?
You never even cared to know. It's more sinister on my end it seems, their end.

I am not the end of your war. Nice 

You cannot bend me to your will. Say it again 

I am not your death.
I am not your dog.i am suddenly lost again 

My death would solve nothing; the world still wrong;
The systems you put in place falling apart at the seams;
Now this feels like my own voice talking in my head to maniacal world leaders
And to treat me like such is a fool’s game.
You’re being played in a battle of hate. 
To you, the past be no artifact, the present hold no future,
And I am sick of pretending that you are fit to judge the world as it is,
Not as it was.

I like poetry to take me places and feel things, and I don't know where I am or what to feel here, partly because of the pronouns, in some ways there's too many words that don't add to the image, there's some bones here, there's feelings that came from a place, but I'm grasping to find it.  Maybe the fault is mine, 

The title specter says that 'you don't let me truly speak'but then the rest is like an accusation, a judgements of the 'you' about how judgemental they are, but I didn't hear how you truly speak either, unless that's it, cause that's what it seemed like.  Does that make sense? Pronouns,  thanks for sharing