For Bastards like the IMF's mission in Africa
Polititians all over the world
And every other person who give humanitarianism a bad name.
I litterally wrote this on my phone in a dark room with no furniture, which would be the image I want portrayed while reading it (but that's really hard to get a picture of).
I wrote this in '09, when I was like semi-depressed. It's one of the first serious poems I wrote outside of class.
It was inspired by a quote from Drake (before he was a bitch) where he starts off a song with "Why do I feel so alone?" I decided to try and answer it on my own.