Nondescript

Nodescript I am not a remarkable being, I have certain qualities that may make me seem so. But I am not. A sharp tongue and even sharper wit, Forced on me by years of torment. A will of steel and the assumption that, Everyone will cause me pain. A strangely diverse and laquatious mastery of language, The legacy of childhood years spent amoung adults. A keen desire to absord what knowledge I can, For many years knowledge was my only friend. A creative if somewhat warped mind, A side effect of living in my own little world. A prematurely learned control of silences, Be they angry, indignant or otherwise. The ability to adapt my mind and speech to my enviroment, Almost instantly. But if you take these away, I am no-one. Just anothe nondescript face, In a gently undulating crowd.

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