Write about: the memorial.
The days seem to be speeding past lately. So much I want to do, so little of it actually getting done...
Here lies my self-confidence,
Taken from me much too soon;
Felled by vile, spiteful critics
Who just sing their same old tune.
It is a sad admission
That most of them lived within;
I found it too difficult
To flee knives under my skin.
Perhaps a resurrection
Will one fine day be achieved;
And though I am filled with doubt,
I'm used to being deceived.