My American Idol

I almost think I worship you;
That graven image carved out too.
A ransomed wish upon the moon,
A romantic reason for my heart to swoon.

It's like you are my hearts escape,
To a loving world that's completely fake.
A way to drown out the noise I make,
As my ailing heart continuously breaks.

Because it's easier to lose a game;
Turn off the box, we're still the same.
My paper money or made up fame,
Never leave me scarred or stained.

But back here in reality,
It's a different brand Monopoly.
A diseased version of my fantasy;
A non existent "you and me".