Answer:
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
What must be in the oven yet can not be baked? Grows in the heat yet shuns the light of day? What sinks in water but rises with air? Looks like skin but is fine as hair?
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?