I scrolled and I scrolled

Until what I saw reached so close to reality 

That it was able to break the cycle.

“HBD to my favourite person”

Said the innocent post 

From an unknown z-list influencer 

To another.

Then sat upright, 

My mind returned to function,

And began original thought;

“Do I have a favourite person?”

Well of course not.

“A good teacher never has a favourite student”

But teachers definitely have favourites.

And so again, “a favourite person?”

Family, though in theory is correct, 

is not a singular being.

Friendships, neither.

And if I was to suggest to one, 

that they were in fact “my favourite person”,

There is no one I imagine would receive that 

Without being puzzled.

So what then is this strange and perplexing gift

That some appear to have.

A person of mutual and exclusive favour?

And of what becomes of those who lack?

I guess this is why they say,

Scrolling is bad.