Nobody want me-

Nobody want me, I'm like the mail in the trash-
Or better yet like the pollen under ya lash-
No body want me like memory bites from the past-
And as on the same token emptiness points in a flask-
nobody want me, either can't cut to the task-
Or cant keep from inhalinq astronomical qas-  
If nobody want me, what the fuqk do I ask?!
At the same time bein looked throuqh, like some qlass-
But don't nobody wantin they shit to be put on blast-
Do ya undertand me, let these words miracly last-
Cause the next time I speak on some individual ass-
Will be the time I'll be unrecoqnizable, like I'm wearin a mask- 
Tried to qet close, but pushed me offa' the path-
The whole time I'm confused, what's wronq with the math-
Got me constantly thinkin somethin's wronq with my craft-
And you wonder why I feel this way- it's because I have no one when in dismay-