Toon Link,
That's what they call me.
Why not just Link?
Oh.
The real one is there.
I have the right to own my name!
Right?
What rights do I have?
None.
They all belong to Link.

Why does everybody
Reject me?
Because
I'm not Link?
"Go away!"
Why?
Am I not Link?
"No."

If I'm not Link,
Who am I?
An Imposter?
An illusion?
A faker?
Somebody?
The Nobody of Link?
What do people see in me?

When my friends leave for battle,
I'm left
Behind.
I'm never chosen for battle,
Only rarely
Do I see the sunset of the Battlefield
Link is always on the fields,
Leaving me
In the dust.

When I'm training
Alone
In the stadium,
I let
My tears
Fall free across my face.
People call for Link,
Not me,
And when I answer their calls
They push me away from their currents.

Oh,
What don't I have?
Am I too small?
That's how I was created.
If it doesn't satisfy you,
I'm sorry for being me.
Am I too fast?
It is an instinct.
If that does not please you,
I'm sorry for being me.
Am I to slow?
I cannot run Sonic speed.
If this doesn't meet your abilities,
I'm sorry for being me.
Am I too weak?
I can only do so much.
Is that isn't the type of people you like,
I'm sorry for being me.

What am I missing?
A gigantic sword?
I can't lift anything like that.
A mask?
I'm already wearing one;
The mask that hides out how I really feel.
Magic?
Master Hand doesn't allow.
A longer tunic?
Mine is good enough.
More armor?
It is too heavy.
What am I missing?

I'm needing one thing:
A friend.
I'm an outcast
Because I'm
Not Link.
I wish I had someone
To talk to,
To laugh with,
To share problems,
And secrets,
To fight with,
And to call
A friend,
Someone who
Doesn't call me
An outcast,
An imposter,
An illusion,
A faker,
A Nobody.

Just give me a chance to prove
Who I really am.
Not Link,
But
Toon Link.