Matryoshcada

There was a time when I couldn't find myself in the mirror

Then I looked into my soul and saw many pieces of me

Pass by slow like in a procession

Layers of me, imperfect shadows

They have arrived and gone and'll never come back home!

I learnt to let them go sometimes with a bit of nostalgia

I see my little girl's ghost in a carousel of faded colors

Human being exfoliations, shells of me, imperfect versions

I'm on a roller-coaster, I cry and I can't get off!

Tears of my journey, leave them behind