Aria walked to the mirror this crisp morning in May

For she's going to see her boyfriend today.

She wears a gray sweater and a pair of blue pants,

And dreams of the sundial- Where they plan to dance.

She bikes out of Vaniville into Aquacorde

Blazing through Santalune, both the town and the forest.

She's stopped by Tierno, dancing with fat,

Who says "Are you meeting Calem- Looking like THAT?"

He gave her a red cap and said "Now that's better!

But you really should change out of that sweater..."

Discouraged, she biked over to Lumiose,

Rolling past boutique Couture on the way.

Sycamore stopped her, and made her feel blue,

By asking "Shortstuff, is that hair really you?"

Her hair flapped so broadly, in the sunlight aflow,

She frowned to think it could possibly go.

The scissors went snip, snapping her hair away,

To her horror, her brown waves now on the ground lay.

She biked with a sadness she'd felt once before,

But pressed on, hoping she'd make it by four.

She biked to Camphrier, onto Ambrette,

Then turned towards Cyllage when her shoes got too wet.

It was there Shauna told her- "Shorty, you're at the shore!

You're dressed far too warmly- but I've got the cure!"

Shauna's hair was a-bounce as she gave her a shirt,

Shoving her to change so hard that it hurt.

Aria looked at the clothing, a blue striped tank top,

Changed into it, walked out and kicked up her bike stop.

Crestfallen, she pedaled into Geosenge town,

She smiled in her sweater- but now wore a frown.

In her reflection, she saw a new girl,

One whose arms were cold, her hair now in curls.

So it was with this visage that she so abhorred

That she biked from the cave and out off Shalour.

In Coumarine city, she rolled without power,

And back to Lumiose with a now fixed light tower.

The blackout was gone, so she rose to Laverre,

She realized with joy that Trevor was there.

He told her "You can't see Calem with a frown on your face!"

I'll run to the boutique- Come on, Shorty! Let's race!"

He pulled her inside, with a blue mini skirt,

And she changed into it, her struggles inert.

Now saddened, disgraced, and her confidence bare,

She hopped on her bike and shot out of Laverre.

At Dendemille bridge, she looked down to the water,

And without much surprise, saw that she looked much odder.

Her arms and her legs were pale in the light,

For she wore heavy clothes when the sun did shine bright.

Her wavy hair gone, a red cap on her head,

She pedaled to Anistar with a heart full of lead.

She saw the Sundial, as it shined from the sun,

And dropped from her bike , beginning to run.

She ran to Calem and her confidence grew...

Until he glanced at her, asking "Who are you?"

She looked down at the ground, her tears starting to flow,

And she whispered to him "Calem, I don't know."

She biked straight to Couriway, and passed a hotel,

Stopping to cry to herself "This is Hell!"

Everyone says that I should look just right,

And when they try to change me, I never fight!"

She sobbed into Snowbelle, into the boutiqe,

And thought to herself, "Man, do my clothes reek..."

She took off the tank tank top, and ripped off her skirt,

These clothes never helped her- No, only hurt.

She threw down the hat, tossed her clothes in a hurry,

Her old outfit now on, the old one now buried.

She returned to Calem who asked, "Where were you, you elf?"

She kissed him and whispered "Finding myself."

A lesson was learned on that crisp Summer day:

To dress as another will paint the world gray.

All throughout Kalos, under skies of blue,

Bou can't be anyone but the best person- You.