Bright lights among mirrors
reflections in caricature
curiosity surrounds
innocence.
She turns a corner and sees herself
wide
wavy
tall
small.
Each distortion extreme
yet strangely familiar.
Wandering into the open,
embraced by reality
she is haunted by the notion
of something left
behind.

Lori Boulard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/carnival-i-funhouse/