A Message From GaGa

My roommate just sleeps in her bed
letting the day wash over her
with the covers over her face

Sunlight does not touch our room
she retreats at the sight
The room is bare
boring
banal

Her and I are from different worlds
education included in our few ties
and this room.

She eats
sleeps
lives here
where I only pass through
refusing sleep
having my meals elsewhere
avoiding her

Her huge hoop earrings crowding our vanity
where she is vain
and I am sloppy
rubbing base on my face as I run down the stairs
tripping some
she carefully applies her eyeliner
and places each individual hair
then slowly walks out
no rush

She calls me Lady GaGa
to insult me
and I just smile
knowing in my world that is a compliment
and in hers I am a freak

Her world is not worth living in
she stands for nothing
falls for anything
is too strong to cry
but not strong enough to escort
a boy
or two
out of her bed
that is not strength

She is not too strong
she is not strong