Mind dump (I know it has been a minute LOL)

Healing takes time, yet I've only ever been scolded for my gradual pace. Hurried to the finish line, rushed to the destination, as if the journey holds no significance. Pushed out the window because I lingered too long savoring the view. My lack of speed isn’t all my fault. I carry the weight of the things that anger me. Anger has turned my glass body into a brick - and I've never heard of a time a brick wall won a race. Yet my friends seem to be the feather holding the stopwatch yelling at me to go faster as if I was still a body made out of glass, as if I wasn’t changed, as if I was like them. Sometimes I wish I was just like my friends. Not to say I don’t have any desirable qualities. I know they’re there though they are quite hard for me, myself to name. I have glistening eyes (Though they are the ones I blame for my fate). I've been told my nose is cute and that I don’t smell. But I’ll never compared to the face of my friends and the way they love without using their hearts, I wish I was like my friends in the sense of how they pretend the weather doesn’t change. The winter is just as hot as the summer and autumn is the same thing as spring. Rain or shine they hold themselves high as if there was not a tornado right behind them. I don’t seem to understand how we stand on the same ground - their shoes coming out clean, but I have muddy feet. They smell the roses and I get caught in the thorns.