This poem is called The feeling of love

Silent treatment
It's taking its toll
I've seriously
Not got this
Under control
It's starting to
Tint my soul..
Feeling the pull
Of the gothic trend
Colours of black
And of dark red
Piercings & tattoos
With a Mohawk
On my head
Big leather boots
On my feet
That are fuelled
with deceit
And revolution
Wondering what
Will be the conclusion.
Feelings of anger
Bubble inside
Causing me
Heartburn
So bad
I could cry
Confusion
Has blinded
My sight.
Nearing the end
I feel to descend
Into a sleepy abyss
The only thing that
Can save me now
Is true loves kiss
The feeling of love
Is truly missed.