In the quiet of my home,
where I thought I’d found some peace,
He hid his eyes in shadows,
his cruelty never ceased.
With cameras set in secret,
to watch me through my strife,
He recorded every struggle,
every moment of my life.

His goal was not just to hurt,
but to twist the truth around,
To use my darkest moments
to drag my name to the ground.
Each video, a weapon,
in his smear campaign so vile,
Captured tears and trembling hands,
to paint my pain as guile.

He watched my desperate efforts,
as I reached the edge of night,
My attempts to find a way out
were turned into his delight.
Each frame a cruel reminder,
of his power over me,
And he used those hidden moments
to frame a false reality.

In the shadows of my sorrow,
his cameras recorded dread,
My every move was weaponized,
my struggles turned to thread.
Yet through his twisted schemes,
and the nightmares he contrived,
A spark within me flickered,
a will to still survive.

Though he tried to break my spirit,
to cast my truth away,
I see his schemes for what they are,
a dark and twisted play.
I reclaim my shattered pieces,
and I let the truth unfold,
For in the light of honesty,
my story will be told.