Untitled

Sifting through life
With a stolen title
When all I really want
Is my own.

Shouting my life's displeasure
To the enemy
And knowing deep down
That he can't hear me.

Rapid reflexes mean nothing
To the one who hurts inside,
To the one fights
Because it's all they can do.

So you ask me my name
With eyes so large and trusting.
My name...I'm untitled
But you can call me Trowa.

-fin-