Understanding Poem by Elude Most

im the guy hu hides away n the night,
trys to finde a peace of inner light,
looks at life as a black n white rerun,
wakes to the day thats alredy bgun,
wot need is 2 if it starts with out one,
takes the same arnser to qweston the sum,
moltipols cros out the number of molicues 'im dumb',
not hard to tell with how i spell,
needs advice for more then twice as i decide,
to toss pennys in the wishen well not exspectin a siprice,
a heathy mistrust leves no hands but a fist full of dust,
eroads the stand that stands me up with rust,
hed hangs on my chest,
no reson in each breth,
4get to keep brethin wen readn bak all that abuth,
no mater how hard i rite its nether enuth,
my words are the white gloves to pul out white doves.