Answer:
I am commonly ate before I'm born and after I'm dead.
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
What belongs to you but others use it more than you do?
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.
I ask no questions but receive a lot of answers. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.