No way out

I couldn't get out
tried all the doors
the very ones I walked through
during yesterdays
parents stood outside
shaking heads
spare key in hands
six policemen
said they couldn't 
they summoned the army who
refused
citing grounds of 
'stupidityl'
I threw chairs at windows
but all that broke
were its legs
and I paced
these floors
racking my brain for
who could help
until I landed at my 
friend
who owed me
though phone lines
were down, and
not even he could
save me
and Jake, my dog, excitedly
watched the crowd 
gather
in my driveway
with the army's words still
stuck in my throat
then, on-lookers began to mouth 
the obvious
like, 'climb through the window'
and 'find a key'
as if they knew the truth
about me
I witnessed them
tiring as they took
free hits at my doors, I
felt sorry for their efforts
realising it was 
futile.
News crews 
reporters
wanted words
I couldn't give them
all stood
hands on hips
including doctors
as the day turned to night
and before sleep I tried
to call for more help
screamed for
more 
to be done
as helicopters circled
overhead
spotlighting for traces of me.
Next morning, all were gone
apart from the rubbish
littered in my garden
'You can do it' placards
leaned against my hedges.
No dad or mum: no one
but they'd sent a blank page
addressed to me
and it lay in front of my 
open door.