The speaker here is talking to someone who was once close, probably a former partner, though the poem never says so outright. What we learn is small but sharp: this person's friends and family already knew about the speaker. They had heard stories, formed opinions, maybe passed judgment. The title, "unveildtruth," and the subtitle, "no secret," hint that nothing is hidden anymore, and that the speaker knows how they've been talked about.
The poem turns on its final question: "but did you tell them the good side of me?" It isn't angry shouting. It's quieter and more hurt than that. The speaker seems to suspect that only the bad was shared, and wants to know whether they were ever given fair credit. The short lines and plain wording make it feel raw, like someone saying exactly what they feel without dressing it up. The mood is wounded, a little bitter, and still hopeful that the answer might be yes.