She is sorry.
The perfect portrait you painted of her is not reality.
Your view of her was not one she was forced to embrace,
Rather she chose to,
Molding herself to fit your frame.
She is afraid.
The silver light she sees is unfamiliar.
She is silenced.
The spotlight you threw on her was replaced by shade.
She is clever.
The type of genius who's facade rarely fails.
She is sorry.
But only about the fact she got caught.
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