Doubt

As one day passes by another,
i should rejoice,
as we go through each day,
and the day will come nearer.

Yet i still doubt,
as weeknesses are unveil each day,
could you or could you not,
accept i am this way.

Once you said you love me,
but what you seen is not all of me,
you love that me,
and maybe not the real I am.

Therefore i have not much hope,
On someone that only sees my shell.