I walk through the crowded market, my hooves sweaty and my eyes darting from pony to pony as I wonder, "What are they thinking?"
While others simply pass by, some of them cast their judging eyes upon me and stare. Do they wonder why my eyes are crossed? Do they secretly point and laugh?
"Dear Celestia, what are they thinking?"
My heart pumps with the force of a raging river. My stomach in a knot, I see a stallion trying to hide his quick glances at me.
I can't help but wonder, "What is he thinking?"
A pink mare bounces her way through the marketplace, her smile brilliant and bright, her eyes bursting with joy. I notice she wears a silly mask, one so ridiculous that it could bring a grin to the most stubborn of ponies.
"What is she thinking?"
From around the marketplace, I can see how ponies look at her and snicker, giggle, and laugh behind her back.
Her smile only grows wider.
My mouth drops open.
I see how she laughs with those that laugh at her. She hops towards me, sees me and waves. I stare in awe at the confidence that radiates from her smile.
"She doesn't care what everypony else is thinking."
I watch her go, my spirit lifted. I try to live in her example. I try to forget about what everyone else is thinking. To her it doesn't matter. What they think of me doesn't matter so long as what I think of myself is good enough for me.
"What was I thinking?"