A Waiter’s Heart <3

I am a waiter not a writer.
I wait for inspiration to come and possess me
Or sometimes hurt and pain are my greatest motivation
I am proud to be a waiter
If it means what I write comes from my heart not just the motivation of the mind and the need to just write.



Back then, I was happy
The feeling that makes you strong
Made you forget all of your vulnerability

Now, I am depressed
Imprisoned by the feeling
I really wish I could suppressed

Someday, I hope I could be happy
Will no longer feel the depression,
the suppression and my vulnerabilty

Past, Present, Future. I wish I could go back
Or I wish I could fast forward time.
But sad to say, I couldn’t even exchange it
for millions and millions of dimes.