A personal piece. It's so hard to put a feeling or emotion in visual form, but this accomplishes maybe a little of what's been going on. Dealing with a lot of feelings of self-loathing and feeling worthless and flawed. Nothing can be as I want or need it to be - there are always parts missing. Usually those parts are my own shortcomings. I feel subhuman at times, like everyone else is what a human is supposed to be and I'm stunted. A "just that kind of person..." that is always put second by instinct. Child-level, but repulsive in an adult body.

_{Watercolor and graphite, 9X12 inches}