Most Discussed Bullying Articles

He leaned over my desk, his body casting a shadow over my writing. Two fists were suddenly pressed hard next to my book, giving him an air of undeserved authority. “You know they're just joking, right?” His voice was gentle, as if he were... (more »)

Hey, I thought that you used to be my friend There was a time that you were so sweet to me But that changed after I started dating You made him out to be your enemy You told me that he was all wrong for me And when I didn’t listen, you... (more »)

"Shut up, you nerd. Nobody cares." I watched as the helpless, tiny boy with glasses that barely traced his eyes was shoved against the wall, papers flying everywhere and evil laughter sprinkling through the air. My eyes hurt just... (more »)

This is going to be a waste of time, I thought as I descended the gray stairs to the gym. My friends surrounded me, filling the air with jokes and laughter. We were headed to the gymnasium for a bullying seminar that would last two periods. 150... (more »)

School can either be a wonderful learning experience or a living hell. Ever since I was young, I have been bullied. A push off the staircase, a door slamming on my right thumb, a kick in the shins – I always seemed prone to the acts of my unkind... (more »)

Do you know what a drowning person looks like? I can tell you – it's not flailing and screaming. The person goes down slowly and quietly. He flails, but not visibly. Then he slowly slips under. The truth is, people drown every day, and not... (more »)

“Is he gay?” "I think so.” “Yeah, I'm pretty sure.” “Ask him.” “Hey, are you–” The last period bell cut off the cacophony of fresh gossip. My ears burned with embarrassment, and I walked away as quickly as... (more »)

Enough. I've had enough reading articles about how Christians are homophobic, sexists, bullies, manipulators, liars and cheaters, without hearing the other side. This is the other side. In every religion, majority, culture, demographic,... (more »)

Throw me out. My hope and dreams. They don’t mean anything to you. Oh, my feelings? Don’t worry about those, I’ve already been reduced to tears. Let me go Don’t think about me. If you do this right I won’t even be a memory. Try... (more »)

He wears a sweater every day, to hide the scars put on his arms. He walks brisk, to avoid the ones who cause pain. He is never accepted, even by his friends. He fights to stay alive, and barely does he win. Outcast. Reject.... (more »)