A fast shot

That's the reason he was called Speedy

Cause he could shoot faster then anyone

Others might be jealous

But at the same time happy for him

He is smart

Though a little quick to speak

He'll get the job done

Fast

He'll go into battle with the most serious face you can imagine

And he'll glare you down

But little do they know

That this fast boy

Is pained

Pained by his father

His identity

His life

His father treats him unfairly

Leaving him out

His identity as a clone bugs him

He's living someone else's life

He feels guilty about it

His life itself is tragic

Having so many fathers die or abandon him

But he can't let that bother him

He is Red Arrow

And he'll always aim straight and true

So that he'll never stray