In the misty veil of lies, a truth is hard to find,
A reality distorted, like a reflection left behind.
Gaslighting's subtle art, a manipulation so sly,
Makes the victim question their own mind, and wonder why.

The gaslighter's words, a gentle breeze that soothes the soul,
Or a raging storm that shatters, leaving hearts to unfold.
Denial and blame, a twisted game of cat and mouse,
Leaves the victim lost, in a labyrinth of self-doubt and fear's dark house.

Memories fade, like whispers in the wind,
As reality's rewritten, and the past is left behind.
The gaslighter's grip, a slow and suffocating squeeze,
Crushes the victim's voice, and silences their pleas.

In this fog of deception, it's hard to find the way,
To distinguish truth from lies, in the darkness of each passing day.
But still, a spark within, a light that refuses to fade,
Guides the victim forward, through the treacherous maze they've made.

For in the clarity of truth, a strength is found,
A voice that rises, and a heart that's unbound.
So let us shine a light, on the gaslighter's guile,
And free the victims from the fog, with a gentle, loving smile.