She is a fraud.
She dons her facade like a cloak for the night and fools everyone.
But they are beginning to suspect the truth.
That she is not what she seems.
Her feigned strength is fading, and she falters.
How long will it be before she fails?
Before she flings far the trappings of the role she has mistakenly assumed?
And embraces freedom?
To be who she was made to be?
To function fully as she was fashioned?