Hi, my name is Derek, not that you really care, I'm a therapist, not that you care, I'm great at my job too, not that you care.   No one cares, and no ones pays attention or knows what I do for them, but hey, that's life.   As a therapist I do a lot of things for people, with little to no thanks, no pay, and no appreciation.   People might lean against me and talk about their problems when no one is around, I listen, and I care about them, but I will never talk back to them or offer the advice that is tearing at my mind.   "Don't listen to them."   "You are beautiful, no matter what he says."   "Just be yourself.   They will love you for you are."   "Be the better person, apologies to her."   "Talk t your teacher, get help on your homework."   I feel I could really help, but at the same time, if I answered, I fear they won't come back.   Other times I might provide anger management therapy.   People will kick me, or throw stuff at me, or hit me with their fists, it's hurts a little, but not much.   And I know it helps to clear your head and calm down, and I am happy to be there.   And I do a lot of other things as a therapist.   I might offer shelter so someone may cry in peace and not be disturbed, or a safe place to read or draw where you won't be judged. You can  cry when your favorite character dies, or fangirl over your favorite show, I understand.
          I had a fairly average family.   I was married at one point, but she left me and took our two kids, that was years ago.    (Don't ask my how a wall has kids, trust me, you don't want to know.)   I don't see much of them anymore.   Her, I don't miss, we never really got along and we barely even spoke I don't know how we lasted that long. But it would be nice to see the kids every once in a while.   I wonder if they even remember me, they were both so young when she left and I'm sure she never talks about me.   Last  heard she was remarried to a man moved far away.   Most of my other family is gone, maybe dead maybe not.   We never really stayed in touch and they never told me anything.   I think my cousin recently got married, but I wasn't invited, not that i am surprised she never really liked me anyways, ever since we were kids.   I heard about the wedding from my brother.   We talk a little, not usually personal stuff, mostly the weather or sports.   He is a huge wall ball fan, though I don't really see that as a sport.   More like a form of torture.
          My favorite pass time is observing people.   Not in a creepy stalker way you might be thinking, more like one might observe birds or nature.   Being a wall it's not like I can do much or go anywhere and I have no friends to spend my time with.   So I watch the people, talking together and being happy.   It's similar to, but much better than my actual job, and it's a lot less depressing.   I hear a lot of things about people because no one ever seems to notice that I am even there.   it is especially good to see my regular therapy patients when they are happy.   Like I did my job and they are able to move on with their lives.   I like to hear about their lives, their friend and weekend plans.   Things I dream of doing one day, if I can ever escape from here.
          I'm not completely useless, and watching people isn't the only thing I do.   No one knows this, not even my family, but I like to paint.   You have possibly seen my work, I hope you have.   I paint those little things that seem to just show up.  On the sidewalk, the walls, the tables.   I paint at night so no one sees me, I don't want people to see me I want them to see the work but not who did it.   My work is good, and I a proud of it, on a personal level.   But if it is compared to something else, it isn't good enough.   I am often embarrassed by  it and by what people might think of it.   I don't even know why I am telling you this, I don't tell this to anybody.   I  just felt I needed to get it off my chest, uh, bricks.   Listening to everyone else's problems.  It's sort of easy to forget your own.   And then they just hit you, like a brick wall.