Misunderstood

What if
What was red to me
wasn't red to you?
You saw a color that looked more like my blue?
But how could we test it?
How could we tell?
That what is obviously my world
Would be misunderstood so well
If you poked around in my head
Looked through my eyes
And noticed that, instead
of black being what you thought
Through my eyes it is not
There's no way to truly prove or guess
That what you see and I see
Converge without some sort of mess
Of judgment