AN: I guess this could be considered a GWing poem...although it's really general. A friend said to me, "Hey is this a Trowa poem?"
So I guess it is.

"Questions"
Who am I, and why don't I know?
Just where did the person I was go?
I look, I wonder, I try to surmise
What lies behind my hurting eyes
But I see no answers, only questions and lies.

Understand that I'm not who I say
But that I thought there was no other way
For you to love me, the nobody
You're beautiful and kind, a real somebody
So I ask, "Could you love no one, if no one is me?"