Burning matches

Am I wrong 

for thinking certain things?

Am i wrong for thinking

that sometimes 

the ground beneath me is steady

even as it cracks?

Taught to stand tall, a fortress

even when the walls crumble.

They gave me the blueprints for a flawless life,

and no instructions for the cleanup.

It's a bitter taste, swallowing pride-

so I keep my mouth shut.

I would rather be right

and watch the bridge burn

then admit the match was mine.

I was told to defend,

told to never admit my wrongdoings

to those that would exploit them.

I think I am wrong.

I think I'm wrong for letting the bridge burn,

rather than saying I was the one that did it.

I want to put out the flames,

without saying I was wrong.

I don't think I'll ever admit it out loud.

But I'll say it here,

I was wrong.

Not for them,

but for me.

Myself that I was told best kept secret.

Myself that I was told to defend my pride,

I'm sorry for letting it burn,

and not stopping it.