People hate me, avoid saying my name But the very same people abandon all shame And call for me, for reasons good or bad I've been here for long, i'm not just a fad

I resemble a toothpick, but I do not poke. You can pose with me.

I am gone yet shape what comes to be, a shadow behind both you and me. I hold the lessons, joys, and pain, touch me not, yet I still remain. What am I?

I remain when all is lost, I'm what was left in the box. Alongside courage, I form power, but alone, I can't save the hour.

Those that have me despise me, those that want me don’t deserve me, Alone among countless friends, fifteen minutes until it ends, What am I?