Answer:
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
It's equally comfortable in an orchestra and a geometry textbook. What is it?
It is the great nemesis of the lactose intolerant.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size.What are we?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.