Frustrated...

I'm frustrated...

I'm wondering if I have thick enough skin to do my job?

I'm wondering if those who want to criticize me and critique me have thick enough skin to do the same?

Have a little compassion and understanding - why am I supposed to be perfect?

Why am I supposed to be something you never could be? (Or me for that matter?) Why do you expect me to be something you don't even expect yourself to be?