All of us lie and the people who disagree are the best at it. Do you want to find your root? You gotta know what you look like under the soil. There’s a reason our foundation is buried so deep. Shame is our deepest root. It keeps a light on when we’re out lusting over who we yearn to become. We steal morsels for ourselves from every table regardless of its hospitality. We carry these secrets of Nimh for a reason. We know what we have to do for our identity to survive. We only embrace this rodentia alone at home in the mirror. The power of the rat is the only way we could have protected our core. Our shame has been the gravity that’s kept us together. It loves us more than we could ever know. This is why we keep it as a secret shared alone with ourselves in the mirror when nobody’s home. Our roots are lubricated by the shame of what we’ve done. Shame is proof of life in a world where no one admits they lie.