I heard crying. I looked around for the sound and there she sat My voodoo doll. Why are you crying my voodoo doll? You would cry too if someone stuck you with pins and needles. But that is what you made for. To make someone hurt, and cry, and possibly die. For they have hurt me. But I don't want to hurt. Why can't I be the doll that is loved? The doll that is hugged? The doll that is snuggled in someone's sleepy arms? Why do I have to be the doll of hurt? The doll of pain? The doll of anger and revenge? The doll of death? Because I hurt, and they must feel it too to know my pain. So I am the doll of your dirty work? The medium of your pain the transference of your hate the projection of your anger? But why can't I be the doll of your love? Because you are not a pretty little doll, voodoo dolls were not meant to be pretty. You are ugly so you can carry the ugliness within you, the hate, the anger, the resentment, the pain. No joy you are to hold, no love you are to know. So then.... I am the voodoo doll made in YOUR image, not the one you seek to hurt. And the voodoo doll ask me 'my lady, why do you cry' And I reply....you would cry too if someone stuck you with pins and needles and touched your pain.