Doubtful

I feel like I'm choking and dying inside.
And from the screams I have no where to hide
Clear my conscious of the turmoil
I wasn't meant to equip
But if I held on little tighter
Would not have given myself so quick
I tell you its the little things that matter the most
And I only receive your sexual boast
I've turned my back to move away
From inconsistencies you gave today...