Could be

WARNING: This poem may create a sense of loathing for its author.

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People laughing
Could be sighing
Is it screaming?
It may be crying
A montage of sounds
Make it your own
Echoes in my mind
Causing tremors
Distant voices
Different choices
Roll the dice and play the game
Back two paces
What a shame
I'm done with this it's pretty lame
Called my bluff
I lost again
Fates are laughing
Could be sighing
Is it screaming?
They may be crying

Quinn