Answer:
I can't go left, I can't go right. I am forever stuck in a building over three stories high. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
I am flora, not fauna. I am foliage, not trees. I am shrubbery, not grass. What am I?
I wonβt break if you throw me off from the highest building but I will break if you place me in the ocean.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?