rumours kill...

She opens up the big, heavy door
They drop their books, stop and stare
Underneath her disappears the floor
The way she was treated was not fair.

She runs as fast as her legs will go
She hides her ever so long lasting tears
Her pace isn't fast but very slow
Rumours on of her biggest, worst fears.

On the mirror these words are written.
Am I pretty enough now?
Do I look like a slut now?
Do you really hate me now?

This isn't the way things should end
I hope this makes you feel very ill
I wish I was their for a shoulder to lend
Remember rumours kill.