Rags to Riches

I'm a rags to riches case

forced to use my words and deprived of my face

merely another object in this world

with the knowledge that I've hurled

just trying to win this fight

for what's just out of society's sight

to hear the contents of what I say is hard

especially when your ears are covered with lard

lard that filters out the truth from the lies 

to then be fed to the flies

the flies being the artists of this damned world

our fingers blistered and curled

as our words become debated 

our hearts and tongues being negated

no one understands what we say

then leading to our sense of self's decay