Treasure on the Left

Those who hide their feelings are afraid of getting hurt, and those who fear that pain have the deepest feelings. I am exhibit A. I know exactly what my heart is capable of feeling, but I protect it behind bars, for fear of what I might come across. 3 times I've had to piece it back together, which means 3 times it was broken and each time more pieces were lost. This time, I broke my own heart, because I will no longer leave that task to a man. Now I trust my intuition, for my heart has already failed me. Bitterness is my defense mechanism, anger and complaints are the guards to the prison and stubbornness keeps the distance, no man shall ever come close to the treasure on the left.