No One Said She's Beautiful Poem by Eman Awad

And before she stab me behind my back,
before i know she's the reason why i've been so sad.
That day when i looked behind my back,
and i found them together, i asked my self why so mad.
And if she's in love with him, so what,
if he loves me he'll still be mine and she'll lose.
She won't take some thing i'm sure i never got,
and she'll be like me one day, crying from abuse.
I got over my love because she wanted me to,
she wanted the one i loved even much more than me.
I tried to make it right and she wanted that too,
go ahead and destroy my dreams, you'll never be free.
Just before that, no one said she's beautiful,
and i know he never loved her, then why, i ask?
I was her friend and i said she's beautiful,
and if she loved him, i'll walk away wearing my mask.
I'll hide my tears and see my self in her happiness,
not because i'm so kind but for i know what's pain.
I was walking away already, satisfied with my lonliness,
but after all of that, who gave her the right to utter my name?
Who told her to play kind and say,
if you don't love her, you don't have to go on.
If you're not happy, you don't have to stay,
it won't work with her, go and leave her alone.
Before that no one said she's better or even smart,
and all of that she'll know for sure one day.
It's not an honour to break some one's heart,
in that game, it's only her self that she'll play.