Question of the Past

People tell us to move on,
that the past is in the past.
It's unchaneable
and is nothing but a lost dream.
But is it possible to walk,
walk on this path of life?
What do you do?
Do you always look forward,
without ever glancing back?
Will these scars ever heal?
Does time magically mend them?
How can you move on
when everyone judges you on the past?
They observe our disfigurements.
A troubled youth is their hurried response.
They see the healed marks,
they think it's over and done with.
But does this mental pain ever leave?
Or will it eat at your soul forever?