Not to be remembered

If my life has been woven in a web of lies
It is held together by fears, scars and pain
My fragile flesh is a puzzle, my mind lost
Maybe intelligent but I know I'm not wise
My name is a burden, my life is shame
I've been a curse to others, an albatross
Perhaps it is finally time for me to flee
Untying the knots that keep me tethered
My life won't be remembered
Let this be notice of my passing
Let me flee this place, and be ignored
Let me slip behind the veil
Let me open up death's door

Charles Baudelaire

L'Albatros
Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.