Crystalline tears

Here I lay, gazing up at the stars, cold upon my back as the rock is to the ground, no one near, no other sound. Desperately I cry, wishing someone would hear, and sit beside me, so I wouldn't fear. The world looks at me, just as I see it. But I only show the parts that I see fit, no care in the world, is a dangerous task. For who can you be, if your hiding behind a mask.