I'm the girl behind the face, mechanically inclined--
I raise the arms, I tilt the head,
I paint the eyes, I stretch the smile.
I keep the numbers straight, the thoughts all filed
and neatly organized... I keep division 'tween
the She and Me, but 'me' you'll never see,
just who She thinks that I should be, is who
struts that green catwalk mile.