Neither

You used to like him for what you thought was good
The keywords being ‘thought’ and ‘good’
Since both are pretty subjective
One personal and the other universal;

You never saw the other side of him
The side that is buried and tucked away
The face that is hidden from everyone else
The one that even he himself doesn’t know;

Yet with just one look you pass a judgement
A false one based upon perception and bias
Made with murky waters and expired smoke
One so misplaced and misconstrued;

You think you know better
But really you don’t
and well..

Neither does he.

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