Answer:
What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?
At night I come without being fetched, and by day I am lost without being stolen. What am I?
You can read me both ways I wear; One way it's a number reversed a snare.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.