What is this feeling that you feel?

Is it like catching an eel

With a quill

On a hill

Or taking a bitter pill?

No, that is not an emotion that I seek

Because you are not that meek.

Is it like drawing final breath

at a test

at instructor's behest

who is eyeing you like a pest?

No, that is not an emotion that I seek

Because you are not that weak.

Is it stomach churning,

burning,

and upturning,

Like a warning?

No, that is not an emotion that I seek,

So, why don't we take another peek?

It is flowing,

Glowing,

Always rowing,

Forcing you to be the one that's bowing.

Yes, that is the torment that you know,

That tiny sliver on the brow,

You are forever their cow,

How?

I do not know!

You have chosen to cut your own airflow.

So do not bow!

Take a stand

And demand,

So you can reprimand.

The one's guilty of your pain,

Who are shedding rain,

On your cheeks as a main

Course made of grain.