Simple Complexity.

Words are the key of my soul,
Language is the door which arrests it's expression.
A key and a key hole...
I fit the two together, and make no progression,
But...Words...And Language... While they get quite hectic,
I don't see the problem.
Well one's, American standard, The other, I think, Is metric.
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Feedback, and I'm not sure I like this poem.