I took a hostage and her name is Future Self.
I've stolen all her dreams and put them on a shelf.
I spend her money and I'm messing up her room.
She'll clean up after me until she's in her tomb.
I make her do the things that I don't want to do;
I make her do my laundry and wash all my dishes, too.
She'll never take those classes and she'll never see the world
Because I've got her locked away and on the floor she's curled.
She'll never see retirement because I rob her blind
I spend her every penny on whatever I can find.
She'll always hate her body and she'll be in lousy health
Because I feed her badly and restrict her moves by stealth.
She's my favorite captive and I won't leave her alone.
Future Self, I'll chain you up until you are a crone.
Revenge on me is something Future Self will never get
Because there's nothing left of me but mess and lots of debt.
I'll always be her enemy, the worst she's ever had.
No one but me would ever try to treat her quite this bad.
I am already Past Self even as I'm writing this,
And Future Self, too bad for you, here is my butt to kiss!
I've been working with chronic disorganization, squalor, and hoarding for over 20 years. I'm also a marathon runner who was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and thyroid disease 17 years ago.