Dry

if I'm a sponge, then you have wrung me dry;
If I'm a well, there is no water left.
I will be angry if you ask me why
My resources are suddenly bereft.
If you just paid attention, then you'd know
I'm tired and I'm empty and I'm sore.
But you are blind to what lays others low
And do not understand I don't have more.
Just let me be, and do not try to squeeze
Blood from the rock, lest it should shatter me;
I usually am eagerer to please,
But right now that seems pure stupidity.
I need to be myself, and let me do
Nothing for others that I don't choose to.