You count my mistakes, and believe I lack any will. You tell me, how badly my life has gone downhill. By calling me worthless, you get a vicious thrill. Your words hurt, cause even though a failure, I am a human still. — by Shon Mehta

An artwork with a dark, textured background featuring an oil-painted stylized figure looking upward with eyes closed and an expression of pain or anguish. The painting uses heavy, rough palette-knife strokes in shades of black, gold, brown, and red. At the top, the title reads "THE UNCHARTED MIND" above the italicized word "Hurt". Below the artwork, gold text reads: You count my mistakes, and believe I lack any will. You tell me, how badly my life has gone downhill. By calling me worthless, you get a vicious thrill. Your words hurt, cause even though a failure, I am a human still. — by Shon Mehta, The Uncharted Mind (Hurt)