His pudgy cheeks creased as a wide grin spread on his face, slicing through whatever hesitation held me back. I couldn’t stand it when he leered at me like that, and so, with a final nod, I stood from my chair. Billy stood from his own chair and flanked my left as I strode towards the bully. He wouldn’t be bothering any of us anymore–I was going to beat his ass.
“You’re going down, Trevor!” The pudgy boy yelled before lowering his head and making to charge at me. I raised my fists and sneered at him.
Beary
she shed her clothes in front of him, almost in one take, an angry gesture of undressing.
“I’ll say you forced me.”
He smiled. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Everyone knows you’re just a bully,” she added, muttering with clenched teeth.
I’ve always wanted to bully someone. It’s a strange desire ever since that senior came up to me and bullied me. It grew stronger from the day someone commented on my race on some social networking/avatar site. I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like, how they’ve managed to do it, and how they can live with themselves after doing it.
kyungsoo
Mean, scared, abandoned, hurting, I see little boys who are insecure and are lacking a father figure to show them how to love and protect those weaker than them. I see girls who feel little to no value for who God created them to be: nurturers, lovers, encouragers, friends,
Secret keepers. They long for love and acceptance for who they are. Their strengths and weaknesses, their unique little quirks that make them who they are. They lack confidence and roll models. They need love and consequences. Responsibility and expectations. Hard work and reward
Amy
The toughest bully I’ve ever had to face, in my entire life, has been myself.
If someone else tells you an insult, it means less than the amount of air expelled when they said it. If you tell it to yourself, it can completely and utterly devastate you.
Shr
If there a single fear that keeps me up at night, it is that my daughter experiences a bully while going to school. As a proud father, I worry about the short term and long term implications of such an experience!
the bully in life is the voice who tries to sway you out of
that shiny metal of scholar, you want to hang up on your
titanium fridge;
the bully in everyone’s life is the inevitable byway of doubt.
Plan and propel, into what the controls of your heart AND mind yield to,
and you will never furbish famine!
Lisa Bell. Ring the bell. Shout your words. Steal my snacks. Push me down. Lisa Bell. Steal my power. No more. Don’t stand in my way. Don’t make me feel small. I’ll eat my own snacks thank you very much.
I remember Lisa from first grade. She took my snacks every day at recess. Made me give her the treats my Mom baked for me. She pushed me. Knocked me down. Made me cry. I felt powerless. So sad. And then my Mom found out. She got mad! i ate my own snacks after that. Thanks Mom.
Rachel Glen
She bullied them into doing her bidding for her, but it was so well disguised that they did it willingly, and in fact, were happy to do it.
Charlie
Kathyrn gnawed at the inside of her cheek, focusing on her tablet as they whispered and smirked in her direction. It was all familiar as much as it was different. There was a high-tech white board instead of black chalkboard and the desks were conference tables. The old linoleum schoolroom floors had been replaced by plush corporate carpet, and the mean catty girls of her youth had grown into mean women.
There is a bully everywhere you look. But sometimes the bully is exactly what you need to realize you need to stop being such a victim in your life and take control of you life. So thank that bully for beating the crap out of you.
Childhood was traumatic. When I think about the old times, it is impossible to not think about bullying. Although I dont remember who were they, but I can still remember the pain a sensitive, introverted child felt being relentlessly taunted upon.
SHWETA DAS
I hate bullies! The idea of picking on someone who is weaker or smaller, or more timid just gets me angry! How does a bully feel good? How do they feel? Hurt?
Kathy Eshelman
He didn’t want to be one. He never intended to hurt the boy. But because of his sheer imossible rage, he couldn’t think straight. When he came to his senses, Charlie was lying on the ground, bleeding and he was standing over him, with blood on his hands. He didn’t know who started running faster – Charlie or he.
The word bully is an adjective that describes a persons actions or attitude towards another. A person that is a bully is a coward. The use their actions to justify something that they may be dealing with within themselves
Althea
A bully of the mind, of the soul, a bully when it comes to emotional meandering, wasn’t ready to start writing yet kind of bully, bully for you, old sod.
they cause scars that may disappear from the roots of our skin, but don’t vanish from the roots of our minds. they hurt with not only the knuckles of their fists and the heels of their feet, but also with the venom of their words.
kris
i reject the bully. I call them out. I do not put up with it. I say no. I challenge. I stand up for myself, because it cant be any worse than this. I am not a victim i no way hosey
I used to bully myself, but then I got a bottle of Bully Hill wine and I still bullied myself. I mean, I was really mean to myself. But then I decided that I’m awesome and I should stop. Wow, this sucks. I mean, you can’t even write something decent with a word that you think you’re the expert on but you suck at even bullying yourself. Shut up!
Done
Song that I like with the phrase “Hurt people hurt people” is Skizzy Mars – Lucy
brenna
i am a bully to myself. sometimes i am a bully to others, but only because i am a bully to myself first.
brenna
Thanks
Phillip B
I think, I mean I know that kid is being bullied. If you look up the definition for bullying it says something about being degraded and it might have his picture listed as an example next to the definition. “Buzz Ding Ding!” The classroom bell prang, and he almost made it out of class before being shoulder checked by a girl in dark black clothing with more piercings than necessary. ‘Tssk tssk tskk.” Not the goths too I thought. But that sympathy was short lived, because in high contrast to him I almost made it out of class before catching an interesting glare from the most promiscuous girl in class. Yet and still, attractive enough to interrupt my human emotion and what would soon turn out to be, flaw of empathy.
Phillip B
A sad individual that just wants to fit in. Just wants to be accepted. Just wants to be loved.
Just as I would never think of bullying anyone, I would never let my child be a bully. If they smoke or drink, that’s normal teenage stuff. But bullying is intolerable behavior. I can’t imagine what would drive a person to even think it was okay to hurt another like that.
To bully someone is to make them feel bad just so you feel better about yourself. A bully is usually just misunderstood, just a person that doesn’t know how to handle their insecurities so they take it out on others. A bully is not evil. Nobody is born to be purely evil.
A bully is someone who purposefully hurts others. Usually due to lack of self security. A bully is someone who is insecure, so they take it out on others to make themselves feel better. Nobody is pure evil.
Graycee
is someone who is being mean to you alone or in a group to make himself feel better. People who do this often have a low self esteem, or are doing this to fit in a group of friends that truly aren’t worth being friends with.
Jodi
violence
dorina
She never really classified herself in this particular category. She was constantly knocking herself down, losing confidence every time she looked into the mirror. One day someone said it to her, you’re a bully. Not in the sense of bullying others, but she indeed was a bully to herself.
Theresa
That’s one way to do it. But it’s the lazy way. Exchanging the fruits of the future for the immediacy of the present. If he wanted to rule the world for a long time, he would have not bullied all those villagers into submission. As someone as old and experienced as he is, he would have known that. Perhaps he did it on purpose, perhaps it was his way for finding a way out.
“How dare you” he wept, turning from her and the previous retorts that still stained her beautiful face. His naked shoulder made a barrier now that muffled his words, “You bully”. She wept into the back of his head as they lay together in their mess and misery.
“how dare you” he wept, turning from her and the previous retorts that still stained her beautiful face. His naked shoulder made a barrier now that muffled his words, ‘You bully’. She wept into the back of his head as they lay together in their mess and misery.
bec
honestly the only thing coming to mind is the lyrics to the song bully by shinedown…. we don’t have to take this back against the wall, we don’t have to take this we can end it all,
Afraid to be myself so i stand in the shadows of some ele’s fears. I cast my dares upon the heart’s of anyone who hears.
Narielle Freeman
When I was younger, I took a secret route to school because I was scared of a bully. This bully wasn’t a kid you’d expect to be a bully; in fact, he was smaller than I was, scrawny and with glasses big enough to reflect the sun and bounce its rays back into space. He even spoke with a lisp. But he had it out for me and he knew how to throw a punch. I had gotten two black eyes from him before I started walking along a different road.
Belinda Roddie
I spent my days in paranoia, walking around with my eyes over my shoulder every day.
I spent my nights in nightmares, dreaming about the forthcoming acts of violence bound to come my way the next time you laid your eyes on me.
I spent my weeks in bandages, coming up with excuses whenever my parents wondered how many times a person could fall or run into things.
I spent my months in casts, wondering if the doctors would accept my lies as truths and my truths as the only thing they needed to hear.
I spent my years in tears, wishing for someone or something to take me or you away.
I spent my life as your victim, and you spent yours as my tormentor.
Why. I don’t understand. They are hurting. Hurt people hurt people. So the saying goes. They need love. Those who bully. It does damage to both the bully and the one they are bullying.
His pudgy cheeks creased as a wide grin spread on his face, slicing through whatever hesitation held me back. I couldn’t stand it when he leered at me like that, and so, with a final nod, I stood from my chair. Billy stood from his own chair and flanked my left as I strode towards the bully. He wouldn’t be bothering any of us anymore–I was going to beat his ass.
“You’re going down, Trevor!” The pudgy boy yelled before lowering his head and making to charge at me. I raised my fists and sneered at him.
she shed her clothes in front of him, almost in one take, an angry gesture of undressing.
“I’ll say you forced me.”
He smiled. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Everyone knows you’re just a bully,” she added, muttering with clenched teeth.
“I guess I am.”
I’ve always wanted to bully someone. It’s a strange desire ever since that senior came up to me and bullied me. It grew stronger from the day someone commented on my race on some social networking/avatar site. I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like, how they’ve managed to do it, and how they can live with themselves after doing it.
Mean, scared, abandoned, hurting, I see little boys who are insecure and are lacking a father figure to show them how to love and protect those weaker than them. I see girls who feel little to no value for who God created them to be: nurturers, lovers, encouragers, friends,
Secret keepers. They long for love and acceptance for who they are. Their strengths and weaknesses, their unique little quirks that make them who they are. They lack confidence and roll models. They need love and consequences. Responsibility and expectations. Hard work and reward
The toughest bully I’ve ever had to face, in my entire life, has been myself.
If someone else tells you an insult, it means less than the amount of air expelled when they said it. If you tell it to yourself, it can completely and utterly devastate you.
If there a single fear that keeps me up at night, it is that my daughter experiences a bully while going to school. As a proud father, I worry about the short term and long term implications of such an experience!
the bully in life is the voice who tries to sway you out of
that shiny metal of scholar, you want to hang up on your
titanium fridge;
the bully in everyone’s life is the inevitable byway of doubt.
Plan and propel, into what the controls of your heart AND mind yield to,
and you will never furbish famine!
Lisa Bell. Ring the bell. Shout your words. Steal my snacks. Push me down. Lisa Bell. Steal my power. No more. Don’t stand in my way. Don’t make me feel small. I’ll eat my own snacks thank you very much.
I remember Lisa from first grade. She took my snacks every day at recess. Made me give her the treats my Mom baked for me. She pushed me. Knocked me down. Made me cry. I felt powerless. So sad. And then my Mom found out. She got mad! i ate my own snacks after that. Thanks Mom.
She bullied them into doing her bidding for her, but it was so well disguised that they did it willingly, and in fact, were happy to do it.
Kathyrn gnawed at the inside of her cheek, focusing on her tablet as they whispered and smirked in her direction. It was all familiar as much as it was different. There was a high-tech white board instead of black chalkboard and the desks were conference tables. The old linoleum schoolroom floors had been replaced by plush corporate carpet, and the mean catty girls of her youth had grown into mean women.
There is a bully everywhere you look. But sometimes the bully is exactly what you need to realize you need to stop being such a victim in your life and take control of you life. So thank that bully for beating the crap out of you.
Childhood was traumatic. When I think about the old times, it is impossible to not think about bullying. Although I dont remember who were they, but I can still remember the pain a sensitive, introverted child felt being relentlessly taunted upon.
I hate bullies! The idea of picking on someone who is weaker or smaller, or more timid just gets me angry! How does a bully feel good? How do they feel? Hurt?
He didn’t want to be one. He never intended to hurt the boy. But because of his sheer imossible rage, he couldn’t think straight. When he came to his senses, Charlie was lying on the ground, bleeding and he was standing over him, with blood on his hands. He didn’t know who started running faster – Charlie or he.
The word bully is an adjective that describes a persons actions or attitude towards another. A person that is a bully is a coward. The use their actions to justify something that they may be dealing with within themselves
A bully of the mind, of the soul, a bully when it comes to emotional meandering, wasn’t ready to start writing yet kind of bully, bully for you, old sod.
they cause scars that may disappear from the roots of our skin, but don’t vanish from the roots of our minds. they hurt with not only the knuckles of their fists and the heels of their feet, but also with the venom of their words.
i reject the bully. I call them out. I do not put up with it. I say no. I challenge. I stand up for myself, because it cant be any worse than this. I am not a victim i no way hosey
I used to bully myself, but then I got a bottle of Bully Hill wine and I still bullied myself. I mean, I was really mean to myself. But then I decided that I’m awesome and I should stop. Wow, this sucks. I mean, you can’t even write something decent with a word that you think you’re the expert on but you suck at even bullying yourself. Shut up!
Song that I like with the phrase “Hurt people hurt people” is Skizzy Mars – Lucy
i am a bully to myself. sometimes i am a bully to others, but only because i am a bully to myself first.
Thanks
I think, I mean I know that kid is being bullied. If you look up the definition for bullying it says something about being degraded and it might have his picture listed as an example next to the definition. “Buzz Ding Ding!” The classroom bell prang, and he almost made it out of class before being shoulder checked by a girl in dark black clothing with more piercings than necessary. ‘Tssk tssk tskk.” Not the goths too I thought. But that sympathy was short lived, because in high contrast to him I almost made it out of class before catching an interesting glare from the most promiscuous girl in class. Yet and still, attractive enough to interrupt my human emotion and what would soon turn out to be, flaw of empathy.
A sad individual that just wants to fit in. Just wants to be accepted. Just wants to be loved.
Just as I would never think of bullying anyone, I would never let my child be a bully. If they smoke or drink, that’s normal teenage stuff. But bullying is intolerable behavior. I can’t imagine what would drive a person to even think it was okay to hurt another like that.
To bully someone is to make them feel bad just so you feel better about yourself. A bully is usually just misunderstood, just a person that doesn’t know how to handle their insecurities so they take it out on others. A bully is not evil. Nobody is born to be purely evil.
A bully is someone who purposefully hurts others. Usually due to lack of self security. A bully is someone who is insecure, so they take it out on others to make themselves feel better. Nobody is pure evil.
is someone who is being mean to you alone or in a group to make himself feel better. People who do this often have a low self esteem, or are doing this to fit in a group of friends that truly aren’t worth being friends with.
violence
She never really classified herself in this particular category. She was constantly knocking herself down, losing confidence every time she looked into the mirror. One day someone said it to her, you’re a bully. Not in the sense of bullying others, but she indeed was a bully to herself.
That’s one way to do it. But it’s the lazy way. Exchanging the fruits of the future for the immediacy of the present. If he wanted to rule the world for a long time, he would have not bullied all those villagers into submission. As someone as old and experienced as he is, he would have known that. Perhaps he did it on purpose, perhaps it was his way for finding a way out.
“How dare you” he wept, turning from her and the previous retorts that still stained her beautiful face. His naked shoulder made a barrier now that muffled his words, “You bully”. She wept into the back of his head as they lay together in their mess and misery.
“how dare you” he wept, turning from her and the previous retorts that still stained her beautiful face. His naked shoulder made a barrier now that muffled his words, ‘You bully’. She wept into the back of his head as they lay together in their mess and misery.
honestly the only thing coming to mind is the lyrics to the song bully by shinedown…. we don’t have to take this back against the wall, we don’t have to take this we can end it all,
If love only colors with the touch of our hands, the mingling of our breaths, then what worth is this canvas of mine, blank as the day it was born.
Afraid to be myself so i stand in the shadows of some ele’s fears. I cast my dares upon the heart’s of anyone who hears.
When I was younger, I took a secret route to school because I was scared of a bully. This bully wasn’t a kid you’d expect to be a bully; in fact, he was smaller than I was, scrawny and with glasses big enough to reflect the sun and bounce its rays back into space. He even spoke with a lisp. But he had it out for me and he knew how to throw a punch. I had gotten two black eyes from him before I started walking along a different road.
I spent my days in paranoia, walking around with my eyes over my shoulder every day.
I spent my nights in nightmares, dreaming about the forthcoming acts of violence bound to come my way the next time you laid your eyes on me.
I spent my weeks in bandages, coming up with excuses whenever my parents wondered how many times a person could fall or run into things.
I spent my months in casts, wondering if the doctors would accept my lies as truths and my truths as the only thing they needed to hear.
I spent my years in tears, wishing for someone or something to take me or you away.
I spent my life as your victim, and you spent yours as my tormentor.
Why. I don’t understand. They are hurting. Hurt people hurt people. So the saying goes. They need love. Those who bully. It does damage to both the bully and the one they are bullying.