Who are you .... Really?

I love it when you're with me
But when you're around your friends,
You're the man they want you to be.
 
You seem so two-faced.
Is this who you are?
Or are you the kid who was covered in scars?
 
The timid young boy who grew up too fast.
The poor little thing with a cold, impossible dad.
Or even the kid that the broken mirror is afraid to see.
 
The shattered pieces of the mirror that he hit with his fists.
It was clear to you and your mom that he was pissed.
Drunk from the long nights at the bar,
Sometimes strange women who wouldn't notice you or your scars.
 
You would talk to your mom and ask about this mess.
She told you one day daddy would confess.
 
Well you're momma was wrong,
Daddy never said.
For your mom left you're dad
He was useless and dead.
 
Do you remember your past?
Do you remember that man?
Do you remember what happened while you were alone in your bed?
 
So why do you act the way you do around friends?
And why do you change your mood in the end?
 
I know you aren't violent,
I know you aren't cruel,
I know you are not the man you act like after school.