Old Lies Die Hard

A poem about how your past self can make your new self feel covered by a mask.

Old lies die hard

Thoughts swirling in my head.
Is this reality?
Thoughts swirling in my head.
Should I do it again?
No it's just too easy.
Keep hanging on to the real me.
Thoughts swirling through my head .
But thoughts are only thoughts .
And words are only words.
But one too many lies.
Becomes a double life.
Can you see through the mask?