Be confused like me

Tighter than squeezing into a box.
Each task we soundly beat.
Breaking down the door with a million locks.
The real you we're hoping to meet.

Closer than Indiana Jones' escapes.
Stranger than identical twins.
Doctoring each and every scrape.
Ready for each battle that begins.

Further and further away.
No longer a tight squeeze.
Ever since that one day.
Worse than itching some fleas.

Confused on the question of why?
It's not simple unknown to me.
Blind on how we became to die.
It's because we can not see.

*growing apart from a friend sucks*