Inexplicable Feelings Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

It is not only
The things you care about
That thug at you
But now and again
Things you think you hate as well:
Case in point; I hate this country
I hate the carefree freedom
I hate their smiles
I hate their ceaseless appetite
For everything fascinating
And I hate being fascinated by it
I can’t stand their music
I can’t stand the underground
Brightness of their light
Hate my dream is always of them
Dreaming I want all they have
Dreaming I wishing I was them:
Doesn’t it sound just depraved?
That I constantly am struggling
Against all that fascinates me?