Misty: "Lush"

I look at beautiful flowers
And they make me hurt.
Full-throated, blooming casablancas,
Roses, birds of paradise
And those damned lilies, violets, and daisies.
The mock me.
I have my own blossom inside.
And they don't know it,
But it could be more lovely than all theirs put together.
"Little sister, what's a Misty?"
It's frustrating
Wondering when I'm going to grow up
And if they'll treat me like one of them
Wondering if they'll ever believe
Like I know I do
That the most elegant bloom
Is the one that opens in its own time.
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Ash: "Somnambulist"

I will be the greatest!
Yeah, that's mighty easy to say
When you're a little boy with little boys' dreams.
Out here, at nighttime, when I'm so hopelessly lost
That's what it sounds like.
A stupid
Foolish
Dream.
Who am I, really?
A cocky upstart from a nowhere villiage
Where noble gestures are a dime a dozen
And pipe dreams are easy to come by.
I know I'm not perfect.
There are days when I am pretty sure I suck
And I'm ready to go home and give up.
Marry a nice girl, and have a dozen little kids
Who can dream the same, tired dreams I once nurtured.
That's what I think when this road seems so long,
And loss is all that keeps me warm.
I have to tell myself that I might be a dreamer
But I'm a dreamer with a chance-
And I'll never dream in a hick-town again.
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Brock: "Possibility"

What do I have to do to not get my ass kicked?
My flirtation strategies need work, yeah
And if I wear the same clothes any longer, they'll fall apart.
There are all these beautiful women all around me
Susies and Jennies and Joys and Laras
Redheads, blondes, blue, green, and brown.
Anyone would do fine.
I follow them around, and say stupid things
Instead of the cool-sounding pickup lines
I practice in front of the mirror:
"Do you believe in love at first site...?"
"Hey, baby, you're so fine..."
I could be cool.
I could be so suave, the ladies would love me.
I'd have a supermodel on each arm,
A brain to talk politics with,
An airhead to take to parties,
A pretty face to pose in pictures,
And no lack of people that loved me.
I watch them a lot,
But all I see is my potential.
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Jessie: "Burning Bright"

Hey, you, I think I love you.
Yeah, that's right, wanna make something of it?
I'm tough.
I could beat you into mush on the ground,
And kiss your lips when you weren't looking.
I am
Vindictive
Hotheaded
Selfish
Violent
Secretly fascinated by the way you view me.
Are you afraid?
Do I intimidate you?
Good.
You are my *sidekick.*
*Toy.*
I don't need you to know I love you.
What is a tigress afraid of?
Nothing.
Bad hair days.
Failure.
Rejection:
You saying you don't care at all.
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James: "Crimson"

Rose-red is my favorite color.
I bleed that way- everyone does.
It's funny how we all share that in common-
We all live, by that red, die without that red
And you act like you don't understand me.
What's normal to you?
This way, that way, love him, love her.
I don't do that, my heart does.
I can't choose- did you?
I am not the same as you.
You don't cry.
You don't love.
Not the way I do.
But you know what?
When someone hurts you, you bleed.
Inside or out.
We all have roses when it matters.
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Joy #7: "Mirror Crack'd"

This is who I am.
I am Joy.
I run the Generic City Pokemon Center.
Hair color: pink.
Eye Color: blue.
Oh, no, that's my sister, see?
She lives a few cities over...
I know there's a resemblance, but see, there?
That... that's different.
It's not?
Oh... oh, never mind.
I am Joy.
She is Joy, and her too.
Sisters, cousins, blood or not-
Who would have thought it possible?
It's a gift of genetics, it's a sign from God--
It's a curse on all of us.
I look like her looks like you looks like she over there.
What's the difference?
All of us.
If I got up the nerve to leave one day
And dye my hair (which is like my mother's)
And cut it short, and get some of those cool lenses
That turn your eyes different colors,
And run far, far away, to a city without a Center
You wouldn't recognize me at all.
I promise.
Really.
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