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.