Not So Secret Liar. Poem by Brianna Wilkinson

I don't understand any more,
can all guys be the same?
At least I'll know whats in store,
I'll already have some one to blame.

I confide i you,
tell you almost everything....
and you go behind my back.

I could tel you a thousand times,
I am far from stupid.
I will catch you in our lies,
yes of course.. I know when you fib.

Cockiness is only attractive to a certain point,
can't you bring it down a notch?