I searched and searched,

I searched even more,

Still, I searched,

But the real me wasn’t found,

I looked in the sky as well as the ground.

I always cried,

I always smiled,

I was always depressed,

As always, I was oppressed.

Who am I?

What was my purpose,

Who am I!

I had 100 graces,

And 100 disgraces.

Who am I?