Which side is my good side I have been asked at times,
I don’t understand your question as your face seems as one.
There are those whom as they speak are thinking something else,
They look at you with eyes caring not what’s in their sight.
A smile so bright but when they turn and walk away, roll their eyes,
So glad to see you, the dirty words flow from their mouths.
Two sides to a face, not so shocking anymore, we know who they are,
They’re all around us, family, friends, and the neighbor next door.