The Oddity of Words

Words are often hard for me, I stumble as I chase them.
They tumble from my mouth, falling short their destination.
Sentences are spilling out, their sense is often muddled.
Each day another problem, the answer is too jumbled.
So tell me what's this language, that I'm supposed to speak.
That from the moment of my birth, I found each word unique.
They press together little shapes and tell you how to read them.
Words are often hard for me,
I know not how to speak them.