You can't make me love you.

You can't make me love you,
Because then the love wouldn't be true.

I try and try to get away,
But I end up having to stay.

I can't understand why he would do this to me,
He won't let me free.

Every night he ends up hurting me if I try to leave,
And each day I have more grief.

But until the day when I can leave and be free,
I sit just sit down and think, Behind a Tree.

Yes, Another poem that I wrote :D Not that good, But Meh.

What do you think?