Of Matter - Proxy

I'm a surrogate
I'm archetypal and itinerant
I'm your excuse to long for a superior
I will undertake, I will overcome

Imperfection you will find
Look close enough, tear off the mask I need
This endeavor is not mine
You subject me to the daggers you conceive

I'm stronger than I was before
Thus you reinforce these walls, I can't fight you anymore
Threatened by the open door
All the chances I ignore, I can't stand still anymore

The day is done, nothing left to say
Resting head in hands, wishing I had known my place
To take a stand, the errand of a fool
I'm not to reprimand, I'm here to help you through

Is nothing like it seems?
Living in this sequence, a dream
Is nothing like it seems?
Gather broken shards of self-esteem