We are all fake. You are fake. He is fake. She is fake. You are all fake. I am fake.

And perhaps this anger is also fake.

No need to be somebody else. But I think it's okay for you to change. Perhaps because you can't answer "Who are you?" question. Because you don't know who you are, yet. Who are you? I don't know either.

But - who am I? I don't know either.

Aren't we all fake to our own selves?

That's the space. The space for truth. And the only truth left is Fake.