Dragons

What is wrong with me?
Why can’t I do anything I love?
Not in public anyway,
It’s like I’m hiding.

I want to write,
I want to be so much, 
But I am breathing in
And holding it.

Where do I go, what do I do
To breathe again?
Reporter’s complain
About another’s melodrama,

Writing is breathing to me, 
Singing is life,
Dancing is joy,
Acting is being truly and completely ALIVE.

And yet I am here,
In this small town I love
But it’s so small…
And I’m not living me.

God, help me.
Bring me to life.
Help me breathe.
Show me where to be what I want to be.
Help to be who I want to be.
Paint my life.
I can’t do it without you.

Fight this dragon despair 
closing around my lungs
Fight the tranquilizers
They bleed us all out,