Ask AI: Can you write a poem about being gaslit

In corridors of memory, shadows cast askew, Deceptions, woven artfully, conceal what is true. Constant flux, the shifting ground, beneath your trustful feet, Where reality once solid, now faces a deceit. In unforgiving whispers, the gaslight burns so blue, Twisting words and perceptions, painting a false hue. A lover's promise, now a stranger dressed in night, Feeding on your certainty, clouding clear sight. Alas, you fear your own self, traits made to wilt, Your voice diminishing in the echo of their guilt. Yet remember dear soul, though mired in this plight, The power within you, to reclaim your light. Embrace your truth, as you stand alone, The gaslight's flicker cannot overthrow the known. Clutch tightly to your spirit, let no doubt persist, For even in the shadows, your genuine self exists. Doubt not your senses, hold fast against the thrall, For gaslit hearts, once woken, rise after the fall. Rekindle the flames of selfhood, let your truth ignite, Through veiled manipulation, shine your inner light. In the darkness created, love yourself instead, Undo the gaslight's poison thread by thread. For what you remember, what you feel and see, Is the sturdy foundation of your reality.