Who Can Complain
A far cry from a woman who has so much
But no one wants to hear from her this season
I have all that I need, at least that's what I am told
I have a home, a job, a love, do I need another reason?
But it's more than these holy, toes poking through socks
I want to start over again and choose a different life
One that doesn't require me paying back student loans
But has to have two jobs, I know of my trife
If I complain out loud then I feel guilt for those who have less
If I don't complain then how will people know that I struggle
This holiday I shop, get tattooed, drink and cry
Hoping to cope with the numbness and pity I juggle
Should I remain silent and be grateful for what I have?
Yet the vodka tastes so well as I sit and reflect on my choices
People have no idea that I have this fit in me and I want to fight
I could never deny that I have something inside of me, voices
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