Roommate

You walked across the room
As if nothing had happened.

Tell me boy,
Grandmother would say,
What is bothering you?

Humming nonchalantly,
Your eyes glazing over
The cheerios you pour.

Don't let that
Mean boy bother you,
She whispered.

You start to get
Frustrated
when the cheerios
Overflow.
Damn cup.

She warned
He is angry,
Saddened from his problems.

I help you
Pick up the
Cheerios.

I help you
Put them in
The trash.

But,
In turn,
You put yourself
In the
Trash.