Undeserving

The party is going, the people are smiling, waiting to embrace her and all of her success. But something is stopping her, weighing her down, a nagging jagged ball in the pit of her stomach and an ice cold voice in her brain. A voice that’s not her own. “undeserving” it whispers, over and over, until she believes the poisonous lies. Stuck and frozen in time, in the brink of something bigger, but cemented by doubt.

This is a mixture of AI generated artwork and procreate.