Answer:
I start with T end with T and within me is T.
What goes up but never comes down?
I have a lot to say but can't be heard because I can't speak one single word. What am I?
My teeth are sharp my back is straight to cut things up it is my fate.
Kings and queens may cling to power and the jester's got his call. But as you may discover the common one outranks them all. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?