Answer:
Although a human shape I wear, mother I never had. By every miss I'm valued much, still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised. What am I?
What has an eye but cannot see?
I go up but never come down. What am I?
What has to be broken before you can use it?
I cover what's real; hide what is true, but sometimes bring out the courage in you. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.