Hello.
My name is Carly Bunch.
I am from learning.
I'm representing my own thoughts and emotions.
My classes are long uninteresting scripts made of boring nothingness repeated class after class until the last day when you're as free as the bus that drives you to school.

My name is Carly Bunch.
I am from my mind.
I'm representing my words that I speak and my feelings I feel that are not able to be broken by fractures of words that make no sense thrown at me.

My name is Carly Bunch.
I am from my bedroom.
I'm representing the thoughts of dying in my sleep from lack of blood flow through my body and dying from the same heart attack that killed my dad in his sleep a year ago.

My name is Carly Bunch.
I am from kissing the soft lips of my true love.
I'm representing my freedom to love who I want to love and not caring about who knows about it.

I am from so many things yet they tell you nothing about me.

I am from screaming and clawing my way out of my problems with no control over anything.

I am from sleeping with a stuffed bear that makes me miss the person I love more than ever.

I am from sitting on the couch that my own dad died on and acting like it doesn't faze me.

I am from the smell of alcohol fogging up the memories of my childhood and the pain of hard carpeted steps rubbing my back raw from a tragic escape.

I am from feeling like exposed nails are scraping my face off but in reality I'm just waking up.

I am from hatred being tossed around like it's the cure for all of my mistakes.

I am from letting everything out into one poem with the same cage the elephant song blaring in the background about how complicated your world can be yet you still find a way to express your true identity.

I am from spilling everything to a person that I don't even know.