Envy
Jealousy.
She wants that.
She’s gotta have that.
You’re prettier than me.
You’re much smarter than me.
Why can she not be lucky like you are?
She has the desire to be better than you are.
She’s Envious of you. Can’t you tell, Pride? You are God to her.
She wants to be just like you, heck, she wants to become you.
She’ll sit on the curb, and watch a older man talk to a younger man.
He walks away and finds a dollar bill laying on the ground. He’s gotten more than her.
She still has nothing. Poor and ungrateful. She want what others have, like Greed.
She sees a woman being looked over by a man, as they kiss.
She has no one. No man wants an ugly girl, they are lustful.
She’s sick of working hard. Can’t she be lazy once in a while? Sloth.
A man walks by with food, but does he share? No. He just keeps going.
Gluttony.
She’s feeling anger, Wrath.
She is the Seven Deadly Sins.
She dies a lonely woman. Even in hell she still wants and needs.
She’s the first to go. Who else is going to greet everyone to their deadly fate?