A confused teen

I hid at first to not be seen.

I was a stranger to many, even to me.

I dressed in black, I was a teen.

I hid still later,people thought I was mean.

At the end of the day all I had was a plea.

Yet it all seem to me lost at sea.

I try to live on ,but I became more lean.

Darkness surrounded me with thoughts of who is she.

She was me but I was glean.

She was me but I had to key.

The key to my identity ,it looked dingy not clean.

I lost myself, I tried to flee.

This all sounds confusing,but I was weaned.