Remorse

She was kidnapped. Could you even call it that? They let her go.
She was part of a family. Could you even call it that? They weren't related.
She was befriended. Could you even call it that? They probably didn't even like her.
She was reckless and cynical and distrusting and bold and daring and fearless and inconsiderate and temperamental.
Her name was Remorse.
I should have stayed away from her. I couldn't help it. I fell in love. And, now, I pay the price.

If anyone wants to make a cover, I'd love it. I'd give you a shoutout too. Thanks.