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Gigi Rodriguez Poem
My life... my life is here,
But my life isn't clear.
So many different paths,
But when I pick one, everyone laughs.
I choose and pick, but nothing sticks.
And the light for the right path never glows.
The route I choose shuts away and never shows.
I try to run, run for my life again and again.
But sometimes it feels like a knife..
Deep in my heart like an aching pain,
It feels like an overbearing chain.
To my life, and to my path
It hurts and burns with wrath.
Other people try to control,
But they simply eat my dreams whole.
No one asks what I want.
They just take and they taunt.
My old dreams haunt...
They haunt me and my choices.
All of the sounds and all the voices
Telling me nothing is right..
And maybe they might be right in sight
They look over my shoulder
And of course my feelings get smoldered.
No one cares what I think,
And their thoughts overflow my dreams in a blink.
No one cares about me, just what I grow up to be.
My life was never mine
And it never. will be
Copyright © Gigi Rodriguez | Year Posted 2025
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Gigi Rodriguez Poem
I go back to Pinterest because why wouldn't I.
It's addictive and gives me something to do I won't even lie.
I scroll and click and scroll and click once more.
It's hard to put down because it keeps my mind in control.
There's rings, clothes, books, and most importantly help for me.
I can relate a little too much to some of the posts and that's key
For me to come back I need to want, to CRAVE the feed
Everyday I open it and everyday I feel my hate for myself grow and my love for Pinterest turn into need.
It makes me happy. I know it's confusing but that's where my heart settled
I lay in my bed looking at these people who I wish I was and I meddle
I meddle with my mind but also my body. But I can't be them and I never will be and I come to term
I've thought that I hate this app but I love it because it can be good, i've learned
It's fun, nice, addictive, and amazing just don't scroll too deep or you'll get beat
I've had too much experience diving too deep and that's a fact
But I just CAN'T stop going back!
Copyright © Gigi Rodriguez | Year Posted 2026
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Gigi Rodriguez Poem
Christmas feels like halloween
Im haunted
The air is dusty, the room is musty
In your absence, everything’s tense
Nothing makes sense
Are you coming back?
Am I in denial, or just incredibly dense?
There’s a shiver, dust in the air
Am I dumb? Yes
But have things been damaged beyond repair?
I stubbornly stay stuck in a place
Not wanting to break free
Not wanting to leave the space
Where you used to be
Allowing you room to come back to me
And make it right
But I know your not coming back
Not after that night
Not after that fight
Copyright © Gigi Rodriguez | Year Posted 2026
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Gigi Rodriguez Poem
I’m the favorite daughter
I get all the attention
But it’s the path to be slaughtered
My other sisters get no mention
I try to shrink myself
To help them be loved
But it’s like a game for my parents
They yell “prove yourself”
Prove yourself for our love
But never for me
Why would it be
I’m the favorite and always will be
No matter how hard I try it will always be a game
A game for my parents to share their love
But in the end, I will always win
it’s forever rigged
their love for my sisters has always disappeared
So ill finally try to accept it
because I’m the favorite daughter
no matter how hard I try not to be
Copyright © Gigi Rodriguez | Year Posted 2026
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Gigi Rodriguez Poem
I like to swim
But I love to drown
I dive deep down
I feel the air seep from my chest
It’s like I’m a guest
A guest in my own brain
My body feels all the pain
Why oh why do I like to drown
My mind relinquished the crown
The crown of control
With all the signals
Telling me to breathe
But I just squeeze
My hands into fists
It’s like a gift
To be able to sink
Without a think
Because
I like to swim
But I love to drown
Copyright © Gigi Rodriguez | Year Posted 2026
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