The Man In the Mirror Who Stares Back At Me

As I prepare to get started with my day I get hung up along the way No matter how hard I try to slide by This man in the mirror that talks to me Why does he seem to have some kind of hold over me When I find myself looking up to see This reflection the mirror cast on to me Now why won't this man in the mirror just let me be Why can't he see he has no control over me When I try to slide away from this Man in the mirror who stares back at me He quickly reminds me he has the key That will set me free to see all that needs to be What if I disagree with what he is telling me Yet what the man in the mirror is trying to say to me He is but a reflection of what others see when I'm being me Letting me know that it's important to live in reality He cleverly confronts all sides of me In a flash, my memory plays out in front of me Amazing how it plays with the mirror talking to me Because the man in the mirror is the man in me Helping me be the best man people see When I grow to be what I want to be The man in the mirror puts this reflection on me So when Jack loses track of jack I will see The man in the mirror who reminds me Of what people see and who I truly want to be