Answer:
Tear off my skin. I won't cry, but you will. What am I?
Cold head and feet; round as a ball; always turning around myself.
Better touch me before you proceed to second.
My head and tail both equal are my middle slender as a bee. Whether I stand on head or heel Is quite the same to you or me. But if my head should be cut off the matter's true though passing strange directly I to nothing change.
What has feet and legs, and nothing else?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.