weird poem I wrote

𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝;𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚜.

(this wasn't made to make sense nor follow rhyming rules so don't critisize it based on poem science or something, it's something simple I wrote when I was feeling overly emotional. I'm posting it incase somebody likes it idk)