Tick-Tock

Tick-tock, tick-tock. Time goes on I'm here making it go. My arms get tired but I have a little rest when they are down. I see the blank walls but how are they criminals if they can't do anything wrong. He put me here. That man I see him. Shh... ... ... (vacuum)... ... .. .he is gone. When it's hard to see threw the white mist another one of them comes in. He stays here until my arms are both up. There are so many others that come in and out of here. What are they? They're my creators but I don't know who or what they are. Some are the same with different name. Some the other way around. Tick-tock, Tick-tock. This place is weird. I'm always scared of what they might do if I should speak. When it starts getting dark and after the morning one leaves and another comes in. This one has a weird bag on it's back. One that sucks stuff into it. I'm alone here. No one talks. Tick-tock, Tick-tock. I always wondered if I just stopped.Would anyone care? Would anyone notice? Does it matter? Why am I even here? WHY WOULD SOMEONE MAKE ME? Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tick-tock, Tickkk-tock, tickk-to...ck, Tick...