Innocuous

Innocuous.

You have a personality like the type of coffee,
That everyone seems to drink.
Well rounded, balanced, unable to offend,
You can be taken with milk or sugar,
Yet seem equally affable when black or white.

But is that real coffee?

"Well it's the type they all seem to like."

Oh God! There you go with your answer.
Appealing to others,
Just to avoid the topic of yourself.

When I see you, I don't see a person.
Just a walking thesaurus,
Of perfunctory and empty remarks.
Learned rote from a novel,
You never had the time to read.

Why do I see myself when I look at you?

"Because you're looking in a mirror."

Just the answer I expect from you.
One with truth,
But not so much that as to cause distress.