When I was younger and by that I mean days ago.

I thought I had all the facts

Yes

Things were starting to strain around the edges

And Yes

Maybe people were starting to snap

But I convinced myself It was growing pains

Adjustments were being made and it would just take a minute to get used to it all.

But then I start to hear things

Hear things no one’s ever told me,

but everyone else seems to know like it’s obvious

Picking up on undertones when I barely grasp the concept.

Well,

Okay.

That’s fine

Everything’s Fine.

I still know most things, and we are around each other all the time. Maybe I just missed something.

But then I learn some more

They have know facts for months

That i’m just _not as close_ as I thought I was to people

And that everyone knows but me.

I’m left in the dust if your conversation

Of your knowledge

Of _our_ friendship

Fighting for scraps.

I’m left alone

And I’m the one straining to adjust

From being the one you came to talk

To being the one that has to fight to get words out of your mouth