Critical Me

I write, and you are suddenly an editor
I talk about my marriage, and you are suddenly the Dr. Phil of marriage counseling
I paint, and you become a world renown curator
I sing, and you are instantly multi-million dollar producer
I plan a party, and you become the Robert Verdi of event coordinating
I buy a new outfit, and you are an acclaimed stylist
I try, and in your eyes I always fail