Sixteen and Struggling

Raindrops keep on falling on my rooftop.
Smiles of agony seem so real.
Memories of joy are starting to pop,
And I don't get what's their deal.

Sixteen, so young, so innocent.
Crushed by agonizing souls.
Is my entity just being bent?
Or am I being trashed by these main roles?

They know me by my name.
They see me as free as a dove.
But they're not the one to blame,
If all I'm asking is a warm love.

Yes, I'm smiling,
Yet I'm going insane.
I'm clearly dying,
But no one seems to see my pain.

Alone in the dark, puzzled and complicated.
Psyched of the beat of pain.
Completely disoriented,
But the middle poured in the rain.

So young, so mild.
Battered and snatched from the day light.
My body, my soul went wild,
While covered in this bloody fright night.

Sixteen, yet greatly suffering.
Sixteen, yet clearly going down.
Sixteen, yet mind's completely buffering,
And no one cares to be my clown.

How long will this destruction continue?
How long should I plead?
When will I get this colorful day hue?
Can someone give me a lead?

If someday I find myself crying to death,
Please, promise me you won't forget.
My smile until my last breathe,
And the day our souls first met.