Answer:
A dagger thrust at my own heart dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand and right I yield to the twisting of the blade. What am I?
From house to house I go, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide. Whether there's rain or snow, I always stay outside. What am I?
What do you call a pig that is no fun to be around?
I never was but always will be. No one ever saw me but everyone knows I exist. I give people the motivation to better themselves everyday
I rise and fall no matter what, only at finals rest do I not budge. What am I?
Ripped from my ancestors home beaten and burned I become a bloodthirsty killer.