Is this me or being a teen?

I hate specific memories....
I just remembered that dying my hair doesn't change my person
I guess I forgot....
Sometimes I wonder
If everything I do is really a mask
If my clothing style is just a cover,
and all my likes and dislikes are there
simply to hide who I really am
I wonder who
I really am
And could I find it
if I looked?
How hard would I have to look?
I guess being a teen
is just what this is called,
But it's simply aggravating.
Whatever,
What does it matter?
Anyway, all this does is hurt my thoughts
and kill my self-esteem.
Surely it's worth knowing
If they like me, or my mask