I inhabit the small
My small apartment, a little box that is my refuge
From any and all monsters outside
But not so small; I still check the closets when I come in
To make sure no one is hiding.
My small stature, I am not quite five feet tall
Always in the front of the group photo
But not always seen over the counter
People apologize but I see right through them
When they claim they could not see me.
My small life, driven by design
To contract rather than expand
Staring up into a world out of my reach
I am Alice after the potion.