Michael Boy Dynasty Duestch
“It’s Reality”
Seriously I am happy
Seriously I am sad
Secretly I wonder what to think
Sincerely yours, I am glad
Distinguishing what is real based on what and how I feel
But what if I couldn’t see it; yet I know it’s still there
Wonder if people that stopped talking to me still care
Perhaps I am my own worst enemy for being there for you
Very few people have been there you know who you are and you know that it’s true
You damaged the heart of a good soul what did I ever do to you?
But it doesn’t matter anymore; I’ll live for the future
I’m ready to see what’s ahead as life can be bad it must be better off than being dead
Even if you can’t feel me one day you will
Even if you can’t see me trust that you will
I’m not perfect, I make mistakes, and I’m only human
Just like you were more in common than you thought
Look at the pain we have been thru
When I reflect on where I am I know that I’m wrong for letting those go
I haven’t done anything wrong it’s all inside of me all inside my head
But I’m strong I let the pain you caused continue to eat me away
I sit here and blame myself as if I had control on how to manage my days
Life is short it’s not too late change my ways
But if I change one thing I’ll end up changing it all
If I could go back in time I would have been able to save her, would have saved them all
But I wasn’t as strong then, this is now, this is who I am
You can’t see me, hardly know what it’s like to be me
Wishing that I would be there to make you laugh when you need to, to hold you when you cry if I have to
I’ll never be able to tell anyone how I truly feel
I hope to see you someday, hope that you’ll need me one day
Maybe in church on Sunday
I believe in fate and destiny
A reason for everything
Necessary to question anything
We live life in the wrong way
You’re entitled to your perspectives and theories
This world isn’t black and white
Whatever happened to the visions of the shades of grey?
You realize your life all wrong the whole way thru
So you walked away, head down in shame
Saying to whoever would listen you wouldn’t go back, wouldn’t change one thing, yet something holds you down
I wonder who will comment yet alone is still reading
Probably the same names and familiar faces
I already know what the comments will sound like
I might as well press the auto record and post them onto a sound byte
I keep hearing its good Mikey its deep
It’s real talk Mikey make me think good job now I’m going to sleep
I am back like there is no tomorrow
Maybe today could be the last so no remorse and no sorrow
No, I am not the baddest or cool
Maybe I am blind but I am no fool
I know when I am being used, hustled, and abused
I know about your schemes I am picking up the pieces of a dream, yet still have one
Somehow like a hurricane do loneliness comes out and creeps all up on you
Inside my head voices bang and the angel sings
Seriously if it could all end tomorrow
The end of my world the end to that I know
Wake up to all lies, no friends, no girls, no cars, no shoes, and no clothes
Living for today because it could all be gone tomorrow
Don’t dwell on the past because you’ll never get it back
The best way to remember is to still love them when they’re gone nonetheless my ticket to heaven is one call away
As I continue to write this my pain withers and starts to fade away too
Can you see me like I can see you?
Watching you, suddenly helping you through
It irks me your a good person works too hard, yet still struggles
You can count on me to be there
Someone who will always listen and someone who will always care
I’ve been rejected enough times if you knew you think I was pathetic
But the more I try to do right the more it seems I have to lie about
Look to see if what you’re doing is productive
Take a few seconds if you can, put the blame on me if you must
I’m use to it, I ‘m use to it all
All of the lies, deception, money, greed, jealousy and envy are these deadly sins within your personality
On a side note: I chose to stop writing because I felt like it was the only reason people would love and care about me, especially girls. Having this I guess so called gift with words of being a poet and always stay writing things poetically. The more days piled up I was getting worse to a point where my writing was garbage and belonged in a recycling can. I decided to come back because in my heart I knew I can and I still have it in me. Write reality, to continue and write truthful things, goals of writing bigger and better things. I too am America I’m living in the aftermath of Martin Luther’s Dream.
Let’s relieve the pain, make a toast to the good life that is ahead, let’s talk, and get to know each other, laugh and cry. We live for the moments that change us the good, the bad, and the ugly. Most importantly, I hope that together we can find what will save us a cure to whatever had, has, or may break us. I want to help you find your smile again it would be like finding a new found religion for me all over again.
I have my views like you, my theories as you may do too. I’ll make sure of it that I will not let you down, and you can count on it. I should thank you for allowing me to be the voice that is needed. I am the voice that is needed to be heard. I am the person that could become your everything. The type of guy girls should be with while guys hope I get shot.
The changing of a season= premature hating for no reason.
Mikey or you can call me…Boy Dynasty.





