I dont have a name for this poem.

Im cold  
Stone bold  
There is no helping this  
I am unforgivable for the acts i have committed  
My failures play like a movie in my front yard  
Displayed for everyone to see  

Including you  
Especially you  
I think i just cant give myself the happiness i know i deserve  
Most likely because i have heavy hands  
I cannot hold gently  
Its either my all or nothing  
 
sometimes thats scary  
 
This life is not meant for me  
Not meant for my heavy hands and
My  
Heavy
Heavy heart  
 
I think im really good at destroying things  
Instead of being a person i probably should have been like, a fucking thunder storm  
Or the raging ocean  
Or the raging current underneath a beautifully calm body of water  
I am the angry of this world  
And i cannot even tell you why  
I want to be gentle  
But i am so used to things being ripped from me that i hold so tightly most things end up breaking anyways.