People hate being inside of me. But some love putting me inside of them.

I speak the truth while wearing a lie. I smile in words, but frown in intent. I sting without touching and bite without teeth. What am I?

I’ll put you to sleep or put a hole through you.

I can be taught, but will never learn If you’re careless, I will burn I’m sometimes coiled, but never permed You will see me when standing stern.

Worn hands that never held my own, A name that echoes, but feels unknown. He lives in stories others tell, Yet in my world, he never fell.