Answer:
I am good at concealing what's real and hide what's true. Sometimes I bring out the courage in you!
What is always coming but never arrives?
Every night I'm told what to do, and each morning I do what I'm told. But I still don't escape your scold. What am I?
I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I spend the day at the window, go to the table for meals, and hide at night. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.