Dangerous monster

I hear the colors black and purple. I feel like there's another me inside. My skull and skin the only cage. The key lies in the brain constantly trying to break free. I'm tired of fighting myself so I break. Nobody likes a broken person. I'm Dangerous. Just discard me. It's me but another version. Madder, sadder, more broken. Stronger, for a bit. But strength breaks and so do I. A broken person feels more than a perfect one, not like I was ever perfect. Don't talk, I just mess it up. I only feel, I can't see. I will regret later, but fight now.