Victim of Assault

Tantalized and mesmerized, and sanity?
Carry on asking, you ask for a vanity
In this long run that I endured
It's all compartmentalized profanity
It's an error carried forward yet lied about
It's a will too strong a heart too stout
It's the rise of me that was ensured
What else could come of this winding route?
You long for me and you make it short
Your cunning of the swindling sort
You'll get what you want and you will be cured
Your testimony is imperative in my court
I rose above you and let you cry
I feigned a longing in every sigh
I drove myself up High Wall road
But not for you O little fry
Rise above it and face you clean?
Shake you and shout just to vent my spleen?
You got me wrong little one, my sword
You have yet to see what my eyes have seen