Lonely on the isle

stuck in a corner, no one to talk to. No one aproches, hesitant. Dying to break, break out of the shell that confides her. She's the girl with the long black hair the one that's misunderstood. The one that fell to the ground waiting for her savior to come around. Hard to understand imposible to break. She's lonley on the isle.
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started as a song turned into a poem. I would love advise on how to make it better. I think it could improve.