Arrow
You act so much like them. Often times they put their needs before mine. So emotions get left unwrapped. And I become anxious because I'm not really good with surprises. Where affection comes more as a fifth language. I guess that's why you can never comprehend. Why I shoot the arrow and miss the target. And when I don't, it pierces your pride. And that hurts. So you tend to fire back. But not to show me where it hurts. So I can hold you until the pain goes away. And you never take that route again. But so I can feel it too. But you get close to push it in even further. I guess that's where you differ. They distanced themselves.