There were two twins, both very different indeed.
One was so narcissistic and always full of greed,
The other was so proud and held in high esteem.
They thought she too was spoilt or in the midst of an evil scheme.
That the first always made happen to higher her own name
They were always confused with each other because they looked the same.
The first she loved attention and carried all the praise.
She would always lead the major roles; the star in all her plays.
The second seemed so quiet but loved the shoes she wore.
She was so humbled by her life and wished for nothing more.
So why couldn’t everyone see,
that these two weren’t the same.
The second got so difficult when she was called the others name.
Her pride was in her self; not a care of what they said.
But when her sister came along with a character she had made.
The second knew that she was fake all plastic and no sense.
Soon the second began to speak of the first in preceding tense.
The first was called Vanity and the second bore her Pride.
They both split across no man’s land never looking past either side.
Others believed these two were a synonym; a perfect matching pair.
Until Vanity learned of bleach one day and dyed her perfect hair.
But these two were very different you see, they were nothing alike at all.
Pride had hope so she flew high where all Vanity could do was fall.