They twist your truth, they steal your light,
And make your wrongs seem somehow right.
Their gentle words, a sharpened blade,
You bleed beneath the smile they made.

They call your pain a foolish show,
And teach you shame you shouldn’t know.
You wear their guilt, you bear their crime,
Their cruelty masked as love in time.

But one day dawn will break the spell,
You’ll rise from their constructed hell.
The fault was theirs, not yours to own,
You’ll stand again — complete, alone.

So guard your heart, let healing start,
No lie can cage a mended heart.
For truth will bloom where scars reside,
And peace will walk close by your side.