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