Between the Lines

People ask

They question my knowledge

How the hell did I know so much at a young age

My answer?

It was never straight

But the few who read between the lines

The people who asked cus they truly cared

They understood 

What did they see?

What did they feel?

I don't know 

But a couple talked to me

Asked if I had grown up to fast

My answer?

It wasn't straight

And since it never was

Or sometimes dodged

People stopped asking

It made me remember that I did grow up to fast

That's why when my BFF would tell me a boy asked her out

I immediately knew his intentions

When my BFF lied to me 

I knew

And not because we were close

But because I had this gut feeling

And ever since I was 7 I had that

I knew when people were being manipulated

When they were lying

Or if they were afraid

I understood body language

And when I finally had to courage to answer

To tell my BFF why I knew so much

She hugged me

And said: It makes sense

And for those reading this

If you read between the lines 

Or if your life is similar

You'll understand

Cus you can't always give a straight answer

But you know

It's an instinct you develop

It's the way life molds you