SSA or Backwards Ass

I thought of scaring you,
Didn't work.
Making you fall,
Such a fail.
Then,
the idea came to me.

Your pants keep falling.

A jerk,
because of the thought.
Sorry,
The consequences were not sought.

I,
a chicken who won't dare.

Yet,
your pants were pulled down.

I laughed at you.
But then the look on your face.
It crushed my heart.

The guilt over took.
I became filled with the guilt.
I deserved all of it.

Don't know what to say.
I already said sorry.
It didn't feel final.

Now the poem ends.
I hope you never read this.
Could end us as friends.