The Truth About Haley

She walks the halls
With her head hung low
She wants to run away
And she doesn't even know

That in a few minutes
When she gets to her locker
In bright, bold, red letters
Someone painted a word

She can't cover it up
DYKE: with paint dripping down
She just tries not to look
Keeps her eyes to the ground

She won't let them see her cry
Not even see her frown
She won't give them the satisfaction
Of breaking her down

Though she continues to smile
That expression won't stay
She'll collapse in tears
By the end of the day

The boys call her names
And push her around
They hurt her everyday
Just because she turns them down

Her friends are all girls
She won't talk to the guys
People taunt her and hate her
She’s a lesbian in their eyes

But the truth about Haley
Is not what they say
If they knew her at all
They would know she’s not gay

What they don’t know
Won’t hurt them
But it hurts her
It hurts

When Haley was young
Strong hands gripped her shoulders
They threw her to the ground
And continued to hold her

She could not scream for help
She could not even cry
Haley begged and she pleaded
And asked herself why

Why did he force her
And hurt her so much
And make her afraid
Of every boy’s touch

He made her lie with him
And take off her clothes
Left her ashamed and broken
And now nobody knows

The truth about Haley
Is not what they say
If they knew of her past
Would they treat her this way?