The light above my head glows a hazy purplish-grey,
When the rest are all universal pink.
Every once in a while,
The grey light buzzes and flickers,
Struggling to be what it so desperately wants.
For weeks now, it has floundered,
When the rest have flourished.
Yet, no one has put it out of its misery.
It is an uphill battle,
But the light is unaware, as it continues to hiss.
The circuitry has not been repaired,
Probably because it is too costly or time consuming,
But, more than that,
If that sputtering light was altered,
It would be like saying
I need to be changed, too...