No Different

My head lies on a pillow,
Lying on a cloud awaiting dreams,
Shifting my unwelcome thoughts,
Thoughts I prohibit myself to think,
Yet some how it drifts back,
Dancing on the shore line waiting to attack,
Like deadly poison leaks,
Infecting and eating away at innocence,
But nothing makes sense,
I am sick of it,
Of all of it,
So one word I give to you,
Plain,
My life as you know it,
You don't know it,
So write a book take a guess,
Whats hidden in my eyes is not hard to find