Gaslighting the gaslighting the gaslighting

I’m beyond furious but I must pretend I have no mouth and I cannot speak

I have chosen to stay with the person that ripped apart my heart, ripped up my face, ripped up my hair, torn through my skin

Bruises that lay upon me like a mosaic that is brutally broken and not like art at all unless you want the ugliest art you ever seen before in your life

He cannot bruise me anymore, I have unleashed a small dose of the poison out of me to relinquish his control

Everyone knows everything he did to me

Now he cannot bruise me, rip, break, tear me

Now, he can slowly break apart my reality once again

He claims I do not know what gaslighting is

I see a row of lights, dimmer, brighter, more bright and more dim

He tells me if someone disagrees with me even a little, it is my fault to declare that I’m

Being gaslit, when it is simply not the reality

When I know that he knows what I know to be the real problem of this once dead, now undead relationship

The definition is the enemy, the truth is a lie,

And I keep staying silent when I scream louder than ever.