inside and out

if I told you about the darkness inside me the scars that covered me would you still love me? even with the flaws and imperfections? the counting of my insecurities every day when passing the mirror? the constant fear of never being enough? would you still love me when the "prettiness" you see is ugly underneath? when every second I am questioning the creation of me and counting every one of the imperfections that could've been changed. would you still love me even if I am not truly beautiful inside and out?