Ought to be

The truth isn’t that straight as appears to be,
The hidden whirl for surprise as stingy bees,
The shaded truth and bright lies,
Grips hard the mind and even brain not free,
I have swallowed the tears for long now,
But betray makes me sick and kneel,
Of untold reality and told vague…
I as witness, ought to be?
These will persist as they are,
for mind for heart, for white
to condemn the dark…
And I… I will just see…
May be my heart prepare to break,
as reality will be too much to share…
Let it be…
Unfazed, unmoved, I shall be…
If I am not…
My existence may cease…………..