The Fun House Mirror

I looked in the mirror as I do everyday. But I was looking at it in a different way. I have worked hard to get to this place, I could look in this mirror and see my own face. I now saw my image as it was, I was free, of the lies, the insults that he had thrown at me. The distorted reflection that I had seen was no longer there. Yet, I was afraid to get closer, did I dare? What if I finally see the real me, and realize that I don't like what I see? I had lived with this distortion and illusion for so long, would I see truth or find that I have been wrong? I cautiously looked at my reflection once more, I saw just me, and then I was sure. The funhouse mirror was gone, out of sight. I see only me, a little older, a little worn, but alright.