Answer:
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
At the sound of me, one may dream or stamp their feet, At the sound of me, one may laugh or sometimes weep.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes. I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?