Certifiable

I seem certifiable
With the confusion holding sway
"Bipolar" for the here and now
But this mind wanders far and wide
 
Rage is the most destructive force
This surging anger on the rise
No window glass considered safe
Stained with blood, although only mine
 
And fear could be the next in line
A certain malaise in the mix
A tendency to stay inside
Far from the volume of the crowd
 
But I seek all the help I need
Professional, and otherwise
I may recover my lost mind
But if I do not, scant surprise.