IN THE WORLD OF (mentally) DWARFS...................

These tight doors are not getting me in

The core of their hearts.

And this frame always kisses

My forehead with a blow.

Narrow have been there streets

I’m hanged up between their mentalities.

On the peak of their expansion

Showing the least greeting.

Their giving is immaterial

Forget about a smile.

Their own weird rules

And I’m with strange distinctiveness.

No acceptance, but dumbfounded,

I'm a camel in mad men's village.

Where am I?

Am I in "The world of (mentally) dwarfs"?