Lies to the truth

"If this started as a lie,
how surprised would you be?

Kindness, caring,
passion, quirk...

That wasn't me.
That's not me to me."

Living a lie
isn't always wrong.

Evil isn't always
in want of evil.

But does evil know
anything more?

So, it can only pretend.

The foolish become intellectual,
the cold become kind,
the fiery, cool,
the weak, strong.

And in their lies,
they change.

A lie isn't
always a fault.

Sometimes, it's
the start of new truth.

What is the worse crime?
Standing still where malice lives,
or walking some weird path to peace?

I wonder if you can quote yourself
if your "self" fades from time?