Hopeless Writer

I always believe I'm a writer
Who writes really as one
But whenever I write as strange as this,
I'm deeply troubled by my tongue.

Insecurities and false hopes
are always on the rise.
Letters and words jumbled up
like rope and hairs and wires.

I actually don't know what to say,
But the tongue and mind are itching anyway.
The words want to burst in mind today
But still, I don't know what to say.