Hypocrisy – Poetry Submission

New Theory Poetry Series

This reflection

Is not mine; yet his intention

Invites this insidious infection

That leaves innocence in question.

My soul is in shambles

My sorrow flows in rambles

The reflection molds and dismantles

Me with all I’ve handled.

My personality mirrors split

Valid violently veers adrift

My fear is a gift

Given from the Satanic Sith.

New job less than a week after graduation,

Hey congratulations; you’ve had the patience

For the little things; grow while gracious.

A matured man reaches through the matrix.

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Vinny Tartaglia

Twenty two years old with too much experience when it comes to hardship. I've used both music and poetry to shine light to the darkness that I've endured. For nine years I've written and recorded rap lyrics. Now working with New Theory to provide you with reality rhymes within BalladsbyValid's poetry.