This was really beautiful. The real, relatable kind of beautiful you look for, you know?
It's a situation we can easily put ourselves in to- there are so many elements we can relate to.
Sometimes, it's almost a habit to leave out the things that will worry those that we love. I do the very same with my parents. We protect them, almost in the very same way they tried so hard to protect us. But it's also so relatable in the way that we all kind of...see ourselves in a victim- especially when that victim is so close. When they live a life so similar to our own.
You're a really great poet. I love that you write about things that are very personal, yet very universal- you make them your own, you allow us inside your story and that is the mark of a great writer.
I think you are going to be one of my favorite poets on here and that's really rare. It's easy to like a poem but the style you have written this and the way you used simple words to your advantage have brought this poem on a higher level.
The poem starts off by showing us how much the narrator doesn't want her mother to worry about her while giving us information about how her life is. The way you did that is perfect, professional even.
The poem continues about what the narrator can't say, the truth she hides from her mother's ears; him being dead, the scene of the crime and the living (and free) killer.
The ending was great; because it states how the narrator really feels, and how much she tries to make herself believe that everything is okay, that she's okay by repeating the same sentence again and again.