Through the minds eye

The seconds would dreadfully turn into minutes which would turn into hours that would be converted into days and weeks then eventually months, with just sitting around watching as people go by everyday wondering what the young girl that sat across from on the bus how she lived her life or the old man that sat in the mall with his coffee and newspaper what was his story? Just pondering the stories that might match other people instead of facing my own. As the memories would flash through my mind like a huge movie screen unable to escape them until they were done playing, with my heart pounding and sinking day by day while no one notices the pain that slowly spreads across my face instead they see the phony smile and laughter that covers it all up like the Broadway.