I am the strict taskmaster inside your computer And also sound like a high ranking military official Despite sounding so important, I'm also just a little guy full of starch.

I am shaped by months and days, but I do not keep track of years. People often mark events on me.

I have a tongue, but I do not have a tooth. I am often seen in stores for hoof.

You probably own me, and I hold your garments with pride. Knowing or unknowingly, some people hide inside.

I am a reminder of the past, forcibly given. Some can be seen, others only felt. I may be attractive to some and repulsive to others. I can be lessened, but never completely erased.