Contoh Puisi Bullying Novels & Stories

On my fifth birthday, my parents showed up at my birthday party later than usual. They brought with them a skinny little girl who couldn't seem to speak at all. I rushed over, hoping to hug Mom, only to get knocked down by her. That was how I fell into the ten-foot cake that my parents had specifically picked out for me. Buttercream filled my nose and mouth, suffocating me to no end. When I managed to climb out of the mess, I burst out in tears and asked Dad to cuddle me. But Dad retracted his hands while looking conflicted. "Don't blame your mom, Willow. From now on, you must take good care of Maple, your little sister. As long as Maple is happy, your mom will be happy." Later on, the mean kids in the neighborhood shove Maple Thompson, my new little sister, into a pile of sand. I rush over to protect her immediately. Once we get home, I mimic my parents by drawing a bath so that I can clean Maple up. That's when Mom suddenly barge into the bathroom and slap me heavily across the face. "You've already enjoyed our love for the past five years! Why are you still greedy for more? I can't believe you're trying to drown Maple right now!" Mom's eyes have gone bloodshot. She drags me by the hair and stuffs me into the washing machine. "Only a washing machine is capable of cleanse that filth out of your soul! You can only scramble out of the washing machine and apologize to Maple once you've decided to quit bullying your sister!" In the living room, Dad lowers his voice. "Keep your voice down when you're chewing Willow out. Maple is about to fall asleep. Don't go around waking her up now." Mom doesn't want to look at me anymore. Instead, she slams the lid onto the washing machine forcefully. I can't get out of the machine. What she doesn't know is that the washing machine will activate. "The 212-degree-Fahrenheit wash cycle has been activated." Scalding hot water is soon dumped onto my body. It hurts so much that I gradually lose my consciousness. Will Mom love me again once I'm squeaky clean after the wash cycle?

In my second year running the company, my high school class monitor suddenly started tagging me nonstop in the group chat. [Alice, Vivian was only joking with you back then. Why won't you come to her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty?] I didn't understand what was going on. Only after reading the messages did I realize that our class beauty, Vivian Spencer, had recently found her biological parents—and today, she had thrown a party to announce it to the world. Me: [I'm busy.] I had no intention of attending a party hosted by someone who used to bully me. But my answer didn't shut them up. Instead, it stirred up even more absurd speculation. [Don't tell me you're doing some kind of labor job and can't take leave?] [We're all former classmates. If you show up, I'll give you sixty dollars. That should cover two days of your salary.] Vivian chimed in as well. [Alice, it was just a joke back then. And I'd already dropped out by then. Why can't you let it go?] I stared at her message for a long moment before typing: [Only trash would call bullying a joke.] The group exploded instantly. [Vivian's no trash! She's a wealthy heiress. She's not even in the same league as you. Poor people really love to nitpick.] Vivian, ever the hypocrite, tried to smooth things over. [No matter what, today marks a new beginning for me. I hope you'll come to witness it. [We're classmates, after all. I don't hold it against you for forcing me to drop out. If you're short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.] Then she sent a screenshot of her chat with her father. When I saw her father's profile picture, I froze. Wasn't that the same profile picture as my freeloading dad? But I look seventy percent like my mom—it's impossible for me to be a fake daughter. And Vivian was two months younger than me. I let out a laugh. "Alright, I'll definitely attend your recognition party."

Ako si Vera Mendoza, tatlumpu’t dalawang taong gulang, isang single mother na buong pusong lumalaban para sa anak ko. Matagal nang nawala sa buhay namin ang lalaking nangako noon ng pagmamahal—ang lalaking nakabuntis sa akin at iniwan akong mag-isang pasan ang responsibilidad. Dahil sa hirap ng buhay, napilitan akong iwan muna ang aking sanggol sa pangangalaga ng kapatid ko habang naghahanap ako ng trabaho sa Maynila. Akala ko, iyon na ang simula ng bagong buhay. Akala ko, sapat na ang sipag at tiyaga para makabangon kami ng anak ko. Pero mali ako. Sa unang araw ko bilang katulong sa isang marangyang mansyon, bumagsak ang mundo ko nang makilala ko ang anak ng aking amo. Siya si Draven Villareal. Ang lalaking minsang nangako sa akin ng habang-buhay… at ang lalaking sumira sa akin. “Nasaan ang baby mo?!” malamig niyang tanong habang nanlilisik ang mga mata. “Pinalaglag mo ba?” Napapailing akong umatras, pilit pinipigilan ang sakit na muling bumalik sa dibdib ko. “Please… layuan mo ako. Hindi ako pumunta rito para manggulo—” “Para ano?” putol niya, puno ng galit ang boses. “Para ipahiya ako sa parents ko?!” “H-Hindi gano’n! Mali ang iniisip mo!” nanginginig kong sagot. “Nagpunta ako rito para mabuhay ko ang anak ko… ang anak nating iniwan mo sa akin!” Ngunit bago pa man ako tuluyang durugin ng kahihiyan, isang boses ang biglang umugong sa buong sala. “So that’s the reason?” Lumingon kami pareho kay Savannah—ang magandang fiancée ni Draven. At sa gabing akala ko ay tuluyan na akong mawawasak, isang bagay ang hindi ko inaasahan. Ang ama mismo ni Draven ang tumayo para ipagtanggol ako. “Stop bullying your future stepmother!” Sa isang iglap, nabaligtad ang lahat. At paano kung ang tahanang pinasukan ko bilang katulong… ay siya palang magiging tahanan ko bilang bagong Mrs. Villareal?