The Existentialist

I carry on my back the worry of tomorrow

I live in existential mortality

I fear decaying before running for President

I love that one young man I cannot have

I sag like a heavy load on bad days

I explode with crust and sugar spread everywhere

I climb the staircase and stop just before reaching the top

I want my chaos to diminish overnight

I would like parents who nurture and not leave me to nature

I am here to bring your history forward