In the air it flies, whispers sweetly, never lies. A dance of notes, a gentle breeze, a balm for hearts, a soul's ease.

In origins I was not in existence; this tube based system required manual assistance. Then a clicker came by, connected by string; until infrared changed the scene. My onomatopoeic name changed to this singular six letter answer, all about control.

Replace my first with an F and you can start a fire Take away my first and you'll find it in a dryer. I'm the twinkle in an eye, or a flicker of light My first four start the Good witch off right

I'm a curious execption, an unusual guest. Kinda weird, different from the rest. I'm a stranger in a familiar crowd. What am I, the one that stands out?

I can't catch a break. Nobody likes me, even people who like the color blue. Even when I was Great, people hated me. People are constantly pushing me down - so to speak - and ignoring me, though I never let them forget that I'm always here, waiting to remind them of their failures. Probably the only people in the world that benefit from me are pharmaceutical companies and therapists. FML.