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.