8th Grade Poems, To and From

Overheard-Bella

My hands shake, my breath wobbles,

I can't see, I can't breathe,

I feel the tears

Streaming down my cheeks.

I want to escape,

I want to disappear,

I want to fade away,

I can no longer be here.

I can't forget the words I heard,

I can't forget the sad resemblance.

I pray in my heart that it's not true,

But there was never true deniance.

I try to silently slip away,

Meld in with the darkness;

If not for the little bell on my door,

They wouldn't have heard my presence.