Back of the Hatch

What ails thee?
Bring forth this ghost
This visit upon thy countenance
This pale copy

Only you can fix your deficits

The thing is, your spells don't work on me
Have another go
I'll wait

Bring forth your worries
Your cares and obligations
Let's have them all out on show
An honest fight

You see your trials and tribulations mean nothing to others
It's your words and deeds that matter
And let me tell you
They speak volumes

I present to you
Several episodes
Periods of time in which to think
Whatever you want
You could always do that

Right