Bored.. S here's a quick one

My dreams are no longer really dreams
This time.. everything is what it seems
Ambitions to be an artist since my life started,
Since I tore through my mother's womb and departed
From her stomach,
born to be an artist even though I had my doubts
That I wasn't
That I couldn't be a success unless I was blessed
By God's touch, God's essence, God's precense
But I did, amazingly
I made it see
Expressing emotions, whether happy or hopeless
I have something to tell God, and I already hope He knows this
Without Him I would have no devotion
No real thing pushing me down the path
No real thing granting me with the talent I have
And I know I used to express your name with hate
But now all I have to say is sorry and thanks