Pride

It is a puffing up, a gut tucking red hot personality.

A decision to forgo being authentic.

It is that place in limbo where it is a continual plum rain,

Not wanting to humble yourself asking for an umbrella.

Dying in a monsoon, and you sit quietly with water up to your knees

Because you are too proud to ask for help.

It is a clown mirror of vanity that sees oneself distorted.

Pride is the ugliest dog in the show.

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