Shoulder Devil

In this carefully created illusion, the world is my oyster and I strive to be a machine. Indecision is my calling and apathy is my crutch. When it doesn't matter, then I can go on. When my nerves test me, I puff up my chest, hold my breath, exhale an inappropriately insignificant slyness, then return to my metal shoes. This is my stuck world. The immovable, impenetrable, and detrimental. I'm as stubborn as a cat. I laze through the sun, creep through the night, and tell awful things sometimes. She said I'm the shoulder devil and she sounds so right.