This is my post for our visual poetry. This piece of art shows that the person wearing the mask is wearing it to try and fit in. When your wearing it people will say many nice things and like you, but when your wearing it to fit in you cant be yourself and cant speak your mind. You become blinded and have no voice. The real you becomes suppressed and after so long of being this way, you will find that you become wounded. I have put on the mask, and when i leave it on to long i find that i start to enjoy the fake me. Even though i enjoy it, the fake me is not nearly as great as the real me.