#7 Small

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.

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