Gentle (please don't be like me) (original Poetry)

I'm gentle and it hurts
It hurts the decision inside
It hurts the "NO" with a bloody "YES"
It sacrifice my will to a dishonored smile.

In gentle and it hurts
It store pains as love
It grows into fear
It awake the body in an inactive action.

I'm gentle and it hurts
It hurts my tire to drive
It coat my dare with emotions
It handcuff my head and let my heart work.......

BY MICHEAL FRANCIS.......