Replaced

I just don't think its fair
Am I to be replaced because
I can't always be there?
Am I to be put on the shelf
and be left there alone
I just can't write poems anymore
the words won't come to me
but I have to get my feelings out
and say the things I have to say
I can't help it that I don't live by you
but I wish I could because
I have no defense against
anyone who does
because they're so much closer
they can see you every day
while I sit here all by myself
the trash thats thrown away
I've been replaced by someone new
by someone who is there
and even though I'd like to not
I cannot help but care
so whats the point
I have no purpose
I have no use to you anymore
so would you even notice me if I was walking out the door?
and would you even notice as the tears roll down my face?
or would you be preoccupied
I feel I've been replaced