Why am I your effigy?

You burn, you mock, you curse at me;

You tell me who I'm supposed to be,

But instead, I'm just your effigy.

Rip my skin, and scream and shout,

And tear all of my stuffing out.

Then whine, and cry, and moan, and pout,

Then beat me blue, and scream and shout.

Pin me up, and pierce my heart,

Then rip all of my limbs apart.

Blame me again, and then you'll start,

To bruise my lungs and pierce my heart.

Punish me each time you drink;

After all, I'm only me.

Your daughter? No, it's clear to see,

That I am just your effigy.