Who am I?

I don't know who I am any more.
Tell me who I am.
Show me who I am.

I see only an outline,
the shape left when I take away
all the falsehoods I believed,

I don't want to be the fake me,
don't want to hold on to the lies.
But I don't know who is left without them.

Others see something more.

Through their eyes
I catch tantalising glimpses
of the person you are making me.

But they cannot show me who I really am.

Only you can show me.
Please.
Let me see.