Why shouldn’t I; why did I miss my chance; why are these feelings welling within; why can’t I stop myself. Is this moral; what is moral? Should I inquire; why shouldn’t I? I can’t help but wonder why I’m confused. Am I normal? I don’t think you average teenager fells these things. What is wrong with me? There’s an a war being waged within my head and I don’t know which campaign to support. The explosions all look like hearts as the fiery demise draws closer. The smoke has the fragrance of roses. It is a battlefield where love is the weapon and the cause.