Poetry!!

Replaced

Do you ever feel,
Like you're worth less than before?
I do.
When someone you love,
Smiles at somebody else,
Instead of you.
How do you think it feels,
To be treated,
Like someone else,
Is always worth more?
Like that old smile,
That they used to give you,
Belongs to someone else.
Their cold, thin fingered hands,
Belong to someone else.
Their gentle hugs,
Belong to someone else.
Their love,
Belongs to someone else.
Do you ever feel,
Like you've been replaced?