Miss Melanie Green II

She peeked at her past

To remember what once was

Devastated by the thought

It may never be that way again

Though it wasn't always perfect

When turmoil came alluring

Many times she did stumble

Yet she did not succumb

Would rather go down with the ship

She strove to please everyone

But not to her face

Was ostracized by her peers

Who looked at her gift of servitude

And libeled it a scheme

So when she tried to reach out

They said that she was trouble

So she carried her load

Until her weary knees buckled

She OD'd from the pressure

Sympathizers wept on her tombstone

Ms. Melanie Greene: Angel expired