Mistrust

How can you not tell I go through hell?
How can you not see what bothers me?

The saying goes, "Love is free."
But we all know we pay a fee.

How many times you say "I'm done!"
Accusing me of girls but there are none.

Your accusations are always unjust
For this to work I need more trust.

Now you can tell that I go through hell.
Now you can see what bothers me.