The World I See

This is not technically a poem, just a...thing? I don't really know what to call it.

I don't see the world the way you do. You have your eyes and I have mine, which is fine, just don't think I'm blind.
I don't see me the way you do. You see an everybody, sometimes a nobody, but in truth I'm a somebody.
I don't see you the way you do. You see you in a mirror, but when you get nearer, the truth is much clearer.
I don't see them the way you do. You see them as these ones, some look like those ones, but most are just no ones.
I don't see us the way you do. You see we as a clan, I see a band, soldiers marching to a foreign land.
Now suppose that I saw you while you saw me, and the world watched on as we shared our sight. What would they see then?