Brooklynn's poem is about being leaned on by someone older and not knowing how to bear it. The speaker lies awake, listening to heavy breathing, trying to understand why she is being asked for help she can't give. She admits the other person has lived through more, and the repeated line "That I know" sounds both patient and worn down, as if she has said it many times to keep the peace.
The turning point comes when she says she doesn't know heartbreak. All she knows are "the lies I tell myself / Just to get through the day." It's a quiet, telling confession: her own struggles are real, even if they look smaller from the outside. The ending is firm but tender. She understands the other person's pain, yet asks not to be buried under it while she is "still trying / To find myself."
The mood is tired, honest, and a little defensive, with the hush of a late-night thought. Short lines and plain language make it feel like a private moment, spoken out loud for the first time.