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?