Little fairy, don't you know? That's the monster down below. Two black horns and eyes that glow, Big dark shadow, moving slow. “Don't go near him, stay away!” That's what all the fairies say. But I wonder, night by night— Why don't I feel afraid? You've got horns beneath the moonlight, Crooked like the branches grow. You've got shoulders twice my size, And footsteps heavy on the snow. Big black hands, a crooked smile, Sharp little teeth when you laugh. Every fairy sees a nightmare, But I think your laugh is sweet somehow. Your shadow fills the doorway, Your silhouette blocks out the sun. Everyone goes running from you, But I don't feel like I should run. They taught me monsters should be feared, They taught me pretty things are safe. But why do I feel safer here Than anywhere they told me to stay? They taught me to fix what looked strange, To hide what didn't fit the frame. So tell me, little monster— Why don't I want you to change? Why do I like you With your horns and your claws? Why do I love you When everyone says I shouldn't at all? You're big, you're dark, You're frightening too, And maybe that's the thing I like about you. They taught me to change What I didn't understand— So why don't I want To change you? La-la-la, little monster, Don't hide your horns for me. La-la-la, little fairy, You don't have to hide yours either. Big shadow, little wings, Funny how we fit just right. Maybe scary isn't scary When you know what's underneath. When I was loud, they made me softer, When I was angry, “Smile instead.” When I cried, they called me childish, When I said no, “Behave,” they said. When I chose a different color, They told me it looked wrong. When I danced a little strangely, They told me not to carry on. But they look at you and shudder, Like your face is something bad. They never stop to ask you Who you really are beneath that. Maybe that's the funny part— I've been taught the same old game. Hide the things that make you different, Make yourself a little tame. But you never asked me to be pretty, Never asked me to be sweet. You just moved your giant shadow So there'd be a place for me. Why do I like you With your horns and your claws? Why do I love you When everyone says I shouldn't at all? You're big, you're dark, You're frightening too, And maybe that's the thing I like about you. They taught me to change What I didn't understand— So why don't I want To change you? Maybe I know what it's like To be called something you're not. Maybe I know what it's like To be loved only when you stop. Maybe that's why when I look at you, I don't see what they see. I don't see a thing to fix— I see someone who lets me be. So if your horns are part of you, Let them reach up to the sky. If your shadow fills the whole room, You don't have to make it small tonight. And if they ask me why I love you, Maybe I finally know— You never looked at me And asked me to become Someone else. “Too strange.” “Too dark.” “Too scary.” “Too much.” Loading… Recalculating… Fear response: not found. Why do I like you? Because you let me be. Why do I like you With your horns and your claws? Why do I love you When everyone says I shouldn't at all? You're big, you're dark, You're frightening too, And I know what you are— That's why I choose you. They taught me that different Was something to hide. You taught me that different Can stand by my side. Maybe I'm strange, Maybe you're strange too. Maybe the things they feared Are the things that make us true. Little fairy, don't you know? That's the monster down below. Two black horns and eyes that glow, Big dark shadow, moving slow. Everyone still calls him frightening. Everyone still tells her no. But she takes his giant hand And doesn't let it go. La-la-la… Maybe monsters aren't the scary ones. Maybe the scariest thing Is teaching someone to hate What they don't understand.
