The ol' sound off

What's your problem anyway? You just don't get it! I ask you for just one simple thing, one basic task, with clear instructions, and you just refuse to oblige me. How often do I even approach you? I come to your window and you just put me down with your ruthless logic. You just don't listen. My inputs mean nothing to you. You either ignore them completely or you turn them into exactly what you want them to be. That is if you decide not to bring up ancient history and get completely nuerotic. I don't know why you can't let go of the old arguments. And I just don't know what to expect anymore. You keep me hanging all the time, waiting for you to do your bit and just make it work for once. But it never does, does it? You simply cannot help rattling off your list of contradictions for every little statement I dare to make. It's always if this or else that with you. Why is it so difficult for us to find some middle ground? I am forever trying to pacify you. I do everything the way you want me to. But you don't even think twice before you break away and point out my mistakes at every step. That is, if you don't freeze up completely while I try frantically go through the debris of everything crashing around us. I want to believe it's not you. I mean with parents like MATLAB and C++, how else could you be expected to turn out? I can imagine all the pressure you've had to deal with. But after spending some time with them last summer, I know that even though they're misunderstood, they do at least make an effort to be liked. I don't know why you can't even try to get along. I thought, I may be the one person who could get through to you. But Simulink, baby, you're something else.