Remorse

She loudly trumpets
Her feelings
Of guilt and remorse
For what she did
And all the people
She let down.
She acts as if
Her feeling bad
About those things
Compensates for
The trouble caused.
Her guilt is an opera
Full of flamboyant suffering,
A noisy racket
Of meaningless
Verbal penance.
In truth it is
A smoke screen
Leaving no one to blame
And no one responsible.