Helplessly Weird

Thoughts will gather in my mind. I seem to see but I am so blind. Being me is so distinct. I just hope my brain can link. Pressure is what I hold. I try to sell a thing that has been sold. Even like words that matter. I sell them even when they are tatter. Confusing I may have you thinking now. So I will tell you how. I mix my words to tell you what has been told. I can make your mind stop or hold.