Torn

Torn, I've been torn
Since the day that I was born
Between the choices and the voices
Crushed, ignored and yet deplored
I speak the language of the bored
Fast and vast, the new outcast
In my uniform, I don't conform
To any expectation but frustration
And the need for confrontation
With my greed for speed, I won't concede
My point of view to the likes of you
I play it loud, I'm proud of my crowd
I'll do it more if it's not allowed
Out of step with the age?
Then get off my stage, or face my rage
I write these words on a burning page