Finally, some poetry!

The Rise and Fall of a Rogers Park Freak Show

Let me introduce myself to you:
I am known only as the one-woman
Rogers Park Freak Show;
I hail from Rogers Park of Chicago,
land of the bonafide freaks...
well...
not freaks,
but chaos-instilled,
bootylicious seeking thrillseekers.
I cannot tell you my real name,
because if I do tell you what it is,
I am prone...
to the very appetites
for what is known as destruction.
Therefore, my rise to fame was hard,
while my fall from fame was quick.
I was only seven
and my parents had to split,
because of me I don't have a clue
if I was to blame for it.
I highly doubt I ever was the cause.
Trust me, however, there's more...
Fast forward seven years
from the youthful age of seven...
My calling as a freak show came,
and he was 17...
BIG MISTAKE!
That's how I became as such...
My downfall...
two years ago...
I was without what is called a home.
I messed up for once, and only 21.
My mess up almost costed me
the most irreplaceable thing:
my life.
It's something I'd rather not
talk about to anyone ever again.
That's how I made my rise
and fall in less than 10 years,
which can be a pain in the ass.
My life now is what everyone
would call rather interesting.
because I am whole once more.
I am 23 years old as of now,
I still have my job,
a new home,
all of which I call my own,
and it's only a matter of time
before my comeback,
as the one-woman Rogers Park Freak Show
will be complete.