Will the real me, please stand?

Looking in the mirror, with eyes filled with joy;never known tear, with nose smelling sweet scents of jasmines; never smelt pain, with mouth covered with smiles; never known frown, with clear minds filled with joy; never known sadness. I see beauty, I see glamor, I see me... I look again, I see something else, Looking in the mirror, with eyes filled with tears, not a trace if joy, with nose smelling pain not an odor of flowers, with mouth covered in frown; never known smiles, mind clogged with sadness, never drained joy, I see pain, ugly, I see failure, I see me... I sit and wonder, "which is me" Will the real me, please stand, I pray, I hope... My heart stays close to the first one, I hope its the one... I really do