Not Wanted

Even behind my closed door,
I can hear the anger in your voices.

Even through the loudness of my music,
I can still hear the silence of the one whom chooses not to speak.

Even when your not mad or yelling,
I can not stand hearing either of you talk.

Even if I do my best to do good in everything I do,
I can still get the feeling its not enough to please you.

Even if I never do anything wrong anymore,
I can not seem to ever fully gain your trust.

Even if I do what I can to help you out,
I can still safely assume that you'll sometime tell me I do nothing.

Even though I manage to stay as far away as possible,
I can only imagine how angry you'd be if either of you knew me.