If you stare at your reflection
You see only the glossed over surface
You are painted, well groomed
And most people do not see you

Only pretty on the outside
Your hair is shiny, body a shrine
Sweet skin clothed in fine silk and lace
Hides the beast that controls your soul

Speak to your own reflection now
Ask, "Who's the fairest of them all?"
Listen to it confide the truth
"Not you, for your heart is a hole."

"Not you, for your beauty will end.
There is someone who is fairer.
For she has a virtuous heart inside.
Loving others and not herself."

You are Pride's host, a shell of vanity.