if my pen

if my pen cant write my feeling then let my mouth speak healing if my pen can write death let my mouth speak faith my poetry defines who i am my pen writes what the mouth cant say my pen writes what the heart cant say so who am i to convey i may be the villain in your story and truly im sorry but in my life ive always been the victim lacking vision lacking rhythm my name has always defined me it has brought joy and pain to those who've heard it ava has always meant life but what if i was supposed to die when i was five will i still mean life my tears have always given me a reason to question my name my tears have always given me a reason to question my fate i couldn't define what was wrong and right because i couldnt see the light my happiness relied on a human being even self love was never a part of me for me to be happy i stood out in most things always knew i was left out but nothing to prove i was right relations werent meant for me that is the reason why my ships sink im living based on what humans think im better than this and im calling for change in my heart my mind and i know what i deserve is happiness that i will find