Tall Poppy

• Esther Rutherford, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2019

Standing on the edge of
Oblivion
How do I choose where to go next,
People said I should "follow my dreams"
But my dreams have turned into
Nightmares;

As I stumble closer to the edge,
The lies of encouragement and love
Push me closed to the Fringe,
Fighting against this wall of
Jealousy,
I know I must choose
To fall into
The Herd.