Not what you think

I have been shattered into pieces of a mirror;
I destiny now as only been made clearer. 
Never to be whole with myself again;
Strangely not knowing when. 

It will happen at my highest point;
Then it will go; only to disappoint. 
I might be happy as my world comes undone;
Knowingly I will still be waiting for that one. 

A million shards reflect up to me;
One mirror with thousands of me. 
They all feel the same as they look back;
My once whole soul has now turned black. 

Hands from the mirror pull me down;
They just want me to go without a sound. 
Peacefully as I may go;
This is not hell: for it's surrounded by snow. 

Slowly we all just to seem to go our ways;
Just to be all dried up in a couple of days. 
Lying there for the world to clean;
How can I be so foolish and mean?

Snowmen, trees, and little toys;
Many would shake us; girls and boys. 
Never to respect us for what we are;
It did have to take much to fall that far. 

I was put sways every year like the rest;
For I was the one that they liked best. 
They couldn't be gentle or nice;
I ended up a sacrifice.  

They thru me up into the air;
If they'd catch me wasn't their care. 
A miss; a fumble; and a big ass probe
This is the life and life of a glass globe.