Not Moving On, Moving On UP.

I hate not having your undivided attention anymore,
Like when I was that girl you fell inlove with before.

But now I have to fight just to put in my say,
You say that Im selfish because I hate not getting my way.

I hate how you're not innocent like how you were,
And how you've moved UP from me and gone ON to her.

I don't know if you're hurting me to hide your bruise,
Or if I was the first girl you strung along to use.

Bad poem?