What contains twenty six letters but only has three syllables?

Some consider me beautiful, others ugly. I'm a permanent reminder of harm but also of survival. My lips are sealed yet still tell stories - sometimes comedic, sometimes horrific, and occasionally both. I can't be truly bought nor borrowed, only earned. Sometimes I'm the most visible when I'm invisible.

This is the last one. I don't have any more patience nor things to write. What am I?

I’m born of a sigh and a long, weary stare, When patience packs up and leaves you there. I’m not quite angry, just thoroughly done Eyebrows raised, but no need to run.

I used to go under your armpit, under your tongue or where the sun doesn't shine. Nowadays I go into your ear. A much more comfortable design.