between the world and myself.

One body placed in the center for the world to come by; every individual with their own opinions and expectations. Not a canvas but seems to them that it is, like the work if an artiste, 

Several views and messages; they see my life as a painting.

 Yet they don't reflect on the picture, they only criticize.        

                                    O ye man, when will thou place thyself before thee and compare thy actions to those ye criticize; thy life is filled with more scornful and treacherous behavior. 

Thy has to appreciate thine self for criticism to end.

For me, you say to people what you know and what you can see concerning yourself, therefore; a man that speaks ill of a man is ill.