The Author's Unspoken Words (MGS Writings)

In a quiet classroom when shadows creep, The long corridor you’ve always kept clean, There are stories to tell; Each lesson of sweat, Every staying up late, Each teaching with a smile; Each frustration over a clue, The happiness you spent with kids, The indifference of the colleagues, And sometimes arguments at their finest.  And most of the time the isolation from the leaders, All these speak the truth: you’re a fighter! With every stumble, with every fall, You rise again; you stand up tall. The world may turn a blind eye now, But the stars still shine, and they know how.  You guide the weary, the lost, the naive, You shore up those who are pursuing achievements,  And that’s your win! Keep the faith.  So, hold on tight, don’t lose your way, The dawn will break; it’s just a test, Your hard work whispers, “I am not vain”. Each effort counts, through joy and pain, In the matter of time, your thread will gleam, For every tear that has graced your cheeks, Is a step towar...

Once upon a time with the bullies Janna Willies, a 15-year-old high school girl, is the silent type; she speaks less than anyone knows. On my way to the school gate, I spot her out of the corner of my eye. She is bending her head, busy bagging her old belongings. I notice that she has lost her slim figure, but I can still recognize her. Her nails are unpainted, and her hands are covered with old gloves. She went to the same middle school as my brother, Billy. As I remember the days in high school, I recall that she was the dazzling, sweetest girl who immediately attracted the attention of all the high school boys. She was a head taller than me, her black hair shining with vitality. She was the top student in her class, Class A. She owned a pink satchel bag, which meant more than owning an iPhone nowadays. She often polished her nails in bright colors that matched her stylish, well-tailored clothes. I was a freshman when I first saw her with my brother Billy in the gym. We did not forma...

In silence,  I speak; in silence,  I shout these very words,  and no one can ever hear  until I open up:  Their illness was eating them up. It was a parasite consuming their brain cells.  They couldn’t make responsible decisions.  But despite knowing that these symptoms  Were caused by their mental condition  They blamed others and especially me.  But their illness cannot be their scapegoat.  It's not an excuse to make up stories and gossip.  Their tiny brain can't cover up all those lies,  That results in the loss of someone's reputation.  Their mental illness will lead them to nothing but hell.   The Effects of Bullying at Work (based on my experience) The Daily Struggle: Each day began with a knot in my stomach, knowing I would face the bullies. Their taunts echoed in my mind, making it hard to focus on anything else. I would walk through the hallways, feeling invisible yet painfully aware of their eyes on ...