Knowing and Misunderstanding

I should have not hated him.
I guess I just misunderstood.
He did me no wrong
But the anger just grew.

I thought I knew him by word of mouth
But only till I saw our distance did I figure that we are earths apart.
Through his captured past do I see that he should just be man.
The guilt of my hurtful words weighs me down
Though I never said them out loud
They should have never been thought.
Somehow I think he knows, or maybe I just wish he did.

I Haven't, Don't, and Won't know him.
I can't help wonder if I want to.
I see his tragic life, and I am saddened.
I wonder if I was involved would it have changed?
Maybe just a simple glance between us, words unspoken.
He should know that he's not alone.
We, I, don't want him, just to assure him.

I feel that it might have, maybe even if it wasn't me.

I should not hate him.
I now have no reason to.
Maybe someone else does but I do not.
He just tried to live.
Something I am guilty of.
People did this to him.
And people will continue to.