The title points to one of the seven deadly sins, and the poem never names which one. The clues suggest pride. The "it" in the poem is a stubborn presence that sometimes cries for help and raises its hand, yet only "accidentally" asks for the willpower to change. Each adverb undercuts the plea: the need is real, but the effort is half-hearted or unplanned.
The second stanza shifts to questions, as if the speaker is interrogating this sin, or listening to it answer. Is it frightened when humiliated? It "doesn't divulge," so it hides what it feels. Does it covet what belongs to others? "Sometimes." Does it beg? "Never." That last flat answer lands hardest, because the sin would rather suffer than ask for mercy.
The mood is cool and guarded, almost like a police interview. The speaker sounds watchful and a little sad, seeing a weakness that calls for help but refuses to lower itself to get it.